When winter comes, they head down South, escaping snow with smiles and mouth. Desert warmth is what they seek, for just a few months out of the week! What am I?
A desert state, the forty-eighth, where love and freedom sealed its fate. Each year we cheer on this great day, with flags and pride on full display! What am I?
Floats and cowboys fill the street, Tucson crowds all stamp their feet. A rodeo kicks the fun in gear, the Southwest’s biggest time of year! What am I?
Swimming wild in waters cool, golden scales make quite a jewel. Arizona’s fish, both rare and bright, found in streams that shine with light! What am I?
When day won’t end and night won’t come, I shine for hours beneath the sun. The clocks may tick, but shadows stay, for weeks on end, I light the way. What am I?
Through ocean waves, I breach and dive, the giants sing, the seas come alive. With tails so grand and songs so deep, I leap, I roll, I make a sweep. What am I?
I leap upstream, both fierce and bold, with silver scales and strength untold. The waters rush, I make my way, Alaska’s rivers guide my stay. What am I?
Through ice and snow, my paws run fast, my sled glides smooth as I race past. A team of fur, both strong and true, we pull with speed through skies so blue. What am I?
My feathers blend with winter’s white, but in the spring, I take to flight. Through Arctic lands, I call my home, across the tundra, I freely roam. What am I?
A place where sculptures shine like glass, where frozen hands make art that lasts. My halls are cold, but beauty stays, in icy shapes that light displays. What am I?
Where glaciers carve and waters roar, my cliffs and fjords hold legends more. A land where nature stands so tall, with icy views that charm them all. What am I?
Where sled dogs run and banners wave, this is the place where mushers brave. A finish line so full of cheer, when racers end their trek each year. What am I?
Where polar bears and darkness stay, my winters stretch both night and day. The northernmost of all the towns, where icy winds wear frozen crowns. What am I?
Answer: Barrow (Utqiaġvik) – Northernmost city in the U.S.
A twisting route where ships sail through, with islands small and waters blue. Along my path, the views amaze, a scenic trip through misty haze. What am I?
My brushstrokes dance like clouds so high, with trees so happy, reaching sky. In northern lands, my canvas stayed, where peaceful scenes were softly made. Who am I?
Across the ice, I broke the mold, the first to win, both fierce and bold. Through snow and frost, I led my team, a woman’s name now in the dream. Who am I?
Answer: Libby Riddles (First woman to win Iditarod)
A leader bold, with views so strong, my name has echoed loud and long. From northern trails to D.C. walls, I made my mark in politics’ halls. Who am I?
My voice is soft, my songs are true, from northern lands, my music grew. I strum, I sing, my words are bright, a star from snow who found the light. Who am I?
In Washington halls, I take a stand, for northern lands, I raise my hand. Through policies bold and words so clear, I fight for those who live up here. Who am I?
My wool is warm, my herd is tough, through Arctic winds, we stay so rough. A village trade both strong and bright, my fibers last through day and night. What am I?