Poetry Contest Entry

Great White North

~By Paris

While walking down the winding path
I watch the leaves swirl by
And think of all the snow to come
Wishing all was just a solemn lie

For all the mountians and the hills
All home to curving roads
Will be blocked to people going North
To childhood whipperwills and toads

A gentle country welcomes old
As well as welcomes new
Hidden rivers whittled in the land
Are there waiting just for you

So set your foot to dirt my friend
And watch the leaves fly by
Look for crystal blue waters around the bend
As silent as the Northern sky

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