By Teri Turner
Do you know the Siberian grin?
You know the one, where you ask
Where have you been?
Few can say they have his miles,
That is his answer as he smiles.
Destined to finish the Iditarod
Years of training with the quad.
Oh, the miles his paws have tread,
Among the many he has led.
No need to look to the shadow,
A gliding light,
The others knowingly follow.
A glance in the freshly fallen snow,
An extra set of paw prints in a row
Between Galena and Nulato he shall stay,
On a trail he loved that cold, cold, crisp day.
A memories postcard through all eternity,
Beautiful and strong is what youíll see.
And if you look closely on this team,
Orionís spirit will surely beam.