This is My Hometown

The crisp air in my hair

Chilly winds blowing everywhere

Your head and hands go numb

This is my hometown

The feel of the soft powdered snow

Snowmachines and honda’s on the go

The Northern lights are constantly a flow

This is my hometown

Little icicles growing everywhere

The roads as smooth as ice

Finally the sun starts to appear

This is my hometown

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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