Balto

Through the black night and the howling Alaskan wind,
you carried hope on weary paws.
When the children of Nome lay burning with fever,
you ran.
When the trail vanished beneath drifting snow,
you ran.
When every man and dog before you had turned back,
you ran—until the serum was delivered and a town was saved.
You never asked for statues or songs.
You only asked to run.
Rest now, brave heart.
The storm is over.
The trail is clear.
The children you carried in your heart are safe because of you.
Forever our lead dog, forever our hero.
Good boy, Balto.
Run free.