Locked In
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Locked in from Fall to Spring
By Winter's icy grasp
An Arctic night and a wind so chill
It seems to make you gasp.
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But never shrinking from the cold
That can snap the strongest steel
Overcoming winter's wrath and fury
In a season that can cause oil to congeal.
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Tis the land that tests the best
To see if you've got the grit
It tests, teases, mocks you
To see if you're worth a shit.
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And once you pass the test
And after you make the grade
The land delivers up it's bounty
That is how you're paid.
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Ranger Bill Harrington
3 comments:
I thought you would start using your given clan name on your poetry, good poem!
Nice, Bill. Good writing.
The WV is almost poetic itself! lbhsineg
excellent poem...hope all is well...
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