"Snowbirds of the North" |
by Sunnyone |
The leaves have fallen from the trees, the wind is whipping choppy seas, and everywhere the pace is slowing down... The fishing boats are anchored in, the tourist trade is wearing thin, and soon... the ones who can, will leave this town... Just like a bird, they'll fly away, in search of brighter sunny days... They'll leave their summer nest for Southern warmth... They're gone six months and sometimes more, but they come back to mind thei store... They'll all show up in Spring.....just like a swarm! Alas, but in my younger days, I ridiculed the snowbird ways, I called them 'chickens', for their quick escape... But now I call them 'wise old owls', because the winter's here are fowl... (please pardon that last pun, for heaven's sake!)... Oh, how I'd love to stow away on some big jet, but not today.... instead I'm stuck with shovels, boots, and gloves... But on the brighter side of things, some benefits our Winter brings... The setting lends itself to nights of love! In front of roaring fireplace, the glow reflects upon each face... a glass of wine will serve to warm the heart... Soft music, softer candlelight, puts magic in a Winter night, and Northern lights display such wondrous art... Next morn you find you've been snowed in...upon your face there sits a grin... No work today...for every sould in town! It's time for skis and snow machines, and all the fun that Winter brings... A just reward for those who hung around! Now, don't forget the Holidays, when loved ones meet at Grandma's place, and Christmas dawns amidst new fallen snow... Then New Year's fireworks light the sky, and suddenly you realize... You're quite content to call this town your home... Yes, Winter here is harsh, it's true, and even when my lips turn blue, I realize I'm right where I should be... I wouldn't change a single thing, so when the snowbirds all take wing, I'm glad that kind of life is not for me! |
