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Northern Rebel

by Nancy Ames

"Oh, I remember summertime
and all the bureaucrats on bicycles,
like a polyester pantomime,
seen through falling snow and icicles.

These old photographs will fade,
of the lake where we went fishing,
and the country where I played
is only memories and wishing.

Then all the men went marching by,
because they said they had a system,
although they can`t exactly tell us why,
in their administrative wisdom.

When all the maple leaves turned red,
we went to the football stadium,
then all the geese flew to Club Med,
it`s traditional Canadi... um.

The morning-man who stammers
is expecting a new order,
when all the bright young scammers
have gone away across the border.

I`m giving benefit of doubt
when I hear that Super-Mario
is looking for a new hide-out
and he`s coming to Ontario.

If everyone had really cared,
we could all be easy-going,
but now I`m getting old and scared
and, once again, it`s started snowing.

Come in out of the cold and dirt
and lock the door against the night,
there`s something red on your new shirt
but anyway the snow is white.

I know that winter can be cruel
and you`re not having any fun,
but Granny won`t run out of fuel
while we`re waiting for the sun."

12/17/2019

Posted on 12/17/2019
Copyright © 2020 Nancy Ames

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