The Thing About The North Poem by Gene Starwind

When I was a child, and my Father would drive
The road signs were green, and always pointing north
North to some place I'd never been

I would think of the poles with their santas and snows
Their white-pudding roads
Their black lakes of ice in my mind
Like a desert at night, but colder and white
And now as a man, on those days when I can
I still fall in love with those things of the north -
With it's star in the sky and it's long months of black
With it's wind and it's snow 'long those roads where I go
With it's wind and it's snow at my back