The Nipigon

 

 

It was late afternoon

As I sat in the near white.

Wind driven snow slashing down the valley

Through small gaps I could see

Icebergs floating down the Nipigon

It must be spring time in the north

 

The sun valiantly tried to break through

The wind screamed and howled

With fingers numb and nose a tingle

I stared hard at the driven snow

Ocassionally I saw a dark ribbon

And icebergs floating down the Nipigon

It was spring in the north

 

For days I had watched the TV

Reports of Florida 70s and Arizona heat

Folks cutting their lawns in Louisianna

But it mattered not as I watched

Icebergs float down the Nipigon

It was only spring here in the north

 

I had heard reports of geese flying north

People talked of robins on their lawns

Some folks even talked of new born fawns

But the sight that meant more to me

Was icebergs floating down the Nipigon

It was spring time in the north

 

The near death of winter had loosened

The days were struggling to grow

What little sunlight penetrated the cold snows

Was enough to wake up the mighty river

There were icebergs floating down the Nipigon

It was spring time in the north.