Winter Walks On Water
Winter walks on water
To greet us each year
In the great north of Great Lakes--
Though not as far as
Old Nikomis' wigwam on Gitche Gumee's
Upland shore.
Fisherman's bird flies in snow-
Falling on brown waves.
White caps sing to the
Frosty blanket from afar,
"Hiawatha, can you still hear me?"
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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