Amongst the northern pines
Lays a bay
So lazy in summer
And frozen cold in winter
From the fresh waters of Lake Michigan
To the top of the spruce trees
The sky and the birds
Are all you need
To be along the fresh coast of life
Living right
Every moment at a time
In the depths of a cold winter
Off the shores of Lake Michigan
The piers of Chicago
Extend
Into the webs of ice
Blistering through the
Cracking of time
On the streets full of vibrant
Life with fires in the souls
Of everyone who knows
The days and nights
Of Chicago life
Back to Chicago
Toll road to the city strolls
Winds blowing street tires
Filled with air pushing forward
The trips become a frequent chore
We open doors to adjust leather seats
Broken in and ripped
Hand smoked heat from summer shores
Semis headed off to 94
As we head for Lakeshore
Same city
Same sound
Familiar from the skyline to the broken ground
Chicago
My first city
Lake Michigan shores
We head back once more
Stay inside
There is a storm out there
Blowing winds so cold
It will shrivel your fingers
I am told
City in chaos
A driving ban
Amongst all of this
How could we plan
Just about one thing
I never seen anything
Quite like this
The blizzard of 78
Paled
When this storm hit
Apocalyptic winds
Hustle over the earth
Creating a sense of unknown
In darkness so cold
In the air you hear the raging sea
Even though the sea is
Nowhere near me
Or you
We stay locked in doors
Tight
Shaking
With the blowing lark
I am amazed at this
Horrified
And in awe
None of us saw this coming
None at all
But here is this storm
This beast
This apocalyptic creation
Bearing down hard
On the Hoosier nation
From Chicago
Down the South Shore
We have seen snow
And more
More more
Sleep well rested
While the buildings foundation
Is tested
We stay covered
We stay alive
This is the most violent wrath of winter
I have ever seen
The January winter
Of two thousand
And fourteen
The Lake Effect
Has everyone upset
Blowing snow in
Blowing streets closed
Blowing cities into submission
All along the Lake Michigan
Outer belt
No winter before have we ever felt
This
cold
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