North Dakota

Snow meanders from the sky,
Frozen water from up high.
It makes the children feel alive,
Enrages those who have to drive.

The snow is one foot deep, then two.
Sleds come out, and ice skates too.
Men and angels made of snow
Play with the children from below.

And all alone one child cries
As he comes to realize
That Californian girls and boys
Don’t get to share these little joys.

Then he gets comfort from his Dad.
Guess North Dakota’s not that bad.

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