A Moving Chicago's Seasoned Memories Poem by Derek Johnson

For old Saint Patty's Day is approaching
from just around the corner, with the
inevitable commencing of springs true
greenness from the wonders of Mother Nature
There's also an absolute certainly of an
observance within the moonlight for
Chicago's river scent; with its
highlighted illuminating mellow wames,
as colorful as spring's memorial green
itself, to be seen all along the downtown
Lake Michigan's opening body and the
Chicago river's mouth, and with the
occurrence of sheer exhilaration