In Oklahoma where hot reigns supreme
It's strange to see ice covering our fields
This brings much moxie and excitement
To those who see life through windshields
From long ago abandoned family homes
To a steer in the field, we view with pride
Computers now filled with ice memories
That will serve new pioneers as a guide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's ice, it's beautiful. it's about being creative to capture what others have seen in a why nobody does. and to transform it in to a piece of art to make one smile or cry. It's beautiful, Etebom