Creatures of latitudes northern,
we were made for this,
fire in the stove, wood in the shed,
two-stage blower ready to go
when the wind dies down,
water in the spring, kerosene in the can
in case the power doesn't come back on,
pushing the shovel for now,
praising old wool and silk against the skin,
firing our own furnace with honest work,
never a problem with heat from the heart.
