Spring is the best time of the year, the breezes are softly blowing
There is three inches of top soil evading, evading
Geese and ducks are simultaneously flying across the prairies
Spring is here---all smelling of perfumes quite airily.
Then summer comes, the grasshoppers are back
The sun glows hot and no bugs attack
The formation of clouds up in the sky looks like rain
All luminous and appearing upon our window pane.
The fields are all in full harvest, we will sell at full cost
For tomorrow we need not know it may bring some frost
In this season of Autumn the colors are of orange, reddish with a bit of rust
We are all living beyond compare on minimum trust.
The winters' here are filled with a vastness of snow
Any fool should know it sometimes gets to 40 below
We have plenty of meat and vegetables, in the cold room and pantry
How we all live quite comfortably in this coldness of our country.
Written: Feb. 19, 2014