Patience

Patience

A Poem by Discobabba

I live in the Yukon with all of my mates.

My grand folks moved north from the You Fried It States

It could be worse.  Got food?  You'll do fine,

but it gets kind of warm past the north B.C. line.

Some get the bug for Tierra del Fuego.

They pack their bags, wait for fall, and then say go.

But, far as I know, the most capable band

lost their resolve after 2 months of sand.

It could well be a several century wait

'til we paddle ‘cross the Darien Strait

and finally discover the southerners’ fate.

We probably need equatorial seas

to simmer back down to ninety degrees.

© 2015 Discobabba


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Added on September 15, 2015
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Discobabba
Discobabba

Missoula, MT



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