The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.

The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire

Avoid extremes: be moderate In saving and in spending; An equable and easy gait Will win an easy ending.

Write verse, not poetry. The public wants verse. If you have a talent for poetry, then don't by any means mother it, but try your hand at verse.

The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lonely mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate.

It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.

I remember little of the Yukon or what I wrote there.