These bitter winds
I do not mind
Nor the chilly nights
The salted roads
Don’t bother me
I like the cold and ice
The ground is cold
The frost is thick
The wind has quite a bite
It’s how I know
When Spring arrives
Most grubs won’t see the light
Let Winter stay
Until late March
‘Til all her work is done
We’ll win a fight
Against our foe
Beetles: 5; Us: 1
a pinch of homestead 