The kayak bears a lone asiatic hero

Through the frozen landscape and arctic waters.
Polar Bears meditate like holy buffoons on the pristine ice.
Sea Otters make love and Eskimo women remember

Garrulousness of the rugged adventurers their Mothers had accepted

Building an igloo is no great thrill for the hunter.
Plowing a six foot bone tipped harpoon into the side of a sealion is like chastising an overweight mermaid.
The last of the worlds' noble men,
Dressed in furs and wearing peaked caps
Live out an ideal with a fervour
That defys the darkness of Alaskan Winters.
When the sunlight returns to the mountain fortresses of the North you can be sure the eskimo hunter is singing like one lucky enough to have bee born in the ice.