A land goes forth once known to man,
His hearty agreement with winter's hand,
The frost mobilizes into blizzards of hail,
The feelings of humanity grows cold and frail,
The ice creeps in the statues of gold,
Sensing memories of honor in its hold,
During three months it gives its dire best,
To place strength of man through trial and test,
When all is done and time's taken its toll,
Man will emerge again, for the taxes are in
full.