CHINOOK

The prairie moon hangs low in the sky
Night is nearly over, dawn draws nigh
The clouds line up all in a row
I gather my strength as I begin to blow
Snow-eater is the name they gave me
For under my touch the snow shall flee
A brief hiatus from winter's cold
A taste of spring, a story yet untold
My warm touch gives you hope and strength
There is an end to winter's length
I have returned, come take a look
You know me, I am the Chinook

Copyright ©2005  Leah Hall Slootweg