Shimmering, shining sheets of light blue-green and white
Dancing, prancing in the night

Walking after dark through the empty lonely park
Air dry, clear sky white ground so very stark

I must warn you from the start this sub-arctic clime can tear you apart
But on you it will stick and make your heart sick if you depart

Though there are blue skies all year something that we hold so dear
Hold on, until cold is gone, embrace that golden fear

That fear will keep you walking on through cold hours until dawn
Keep on until moonlight and night are gone

Let the full moon be your guide in your mind grab onto a moonbeam and ride
Stop and know your soul will not be whole if your body prematurely died

Sweet precious June the twenty-first is heaven, all other days are worse
Watch the twilight as firecrackers burn and burst

Deep down inside are you really sure you have the strength to be a northerner
At the very start your heart must be strong, perfect and pure

Take me by the hand and let us go out into the land
When you get cold be bold and make a stand

When you live through forty-two December twenty-firsts
Then you have embraced all of the worst
That this brutal world can hurl on those of us who are born cursed

Leif lives in McCauley.