Slush,
The guts of snow
Soft squashed by
A multitude
Host of galoshes,
Thusly shod the
Winter people reside
In the white ice world
Of Winnipeg Manitoba
Bone cold wind blown
Northeners
Cold blue flame folks
Dancing like Northern lights
Flickering Aurora Borealis
Icicles the medals
They hang on their eaves
For recognition.... |