PatienceA Poem by DiscobabbaI 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 |
StatsAuthorDiscobabbaMissoula, MTAboutWe're insane and I'll tell you about it and make it rhyme. Who doesn't like that? more..Writing
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