Northern Lights Poem by Terry Robert

A MULTI-COLORED AURA IN THE SKY MADE YOU SIGH,
AND REALIZE THAT GOD'S BEAUTY SHOULDN'T PASS YOU BY;
YOU RARELY HAVE THEM IN THE SOUTH, A DICHOTOMY,
THEY THINK THEY'E BETTER AND PRONOUNCE THINGS DIFFERENTLY.

PERHAPS AN ADVERSE CLIMATE PRODUCES SOMETHING BETTER,
BUT WHO IS TO SAY WHAT THAT MIGHT BE, NOT WETTER,
NOT INDUSTRIAL HAZE, POLLUTION OR FREEZING CONDITIONS,
OR DEVOLVED MUSIC CONCERTS WITH LESSER RENDITIONS.

SOMEONE SAID THAT PARTS OF THE SOUTH WERE TOO FLAT,
THERE MAY BE RESERVATIONS BUT WE WON'T TALK ABOUT THAT;
WE HAVE THE CAPITAL DOWN HERE, WHAT HAVE THEY GOT UP THERE,
THEY HAVE TO TRAVEL SOUTH TO GIVE THEIR FOOTBALL TEAMS A CHEER.

SO 'COM' FLY WITH ME, LET'S GO DOWN TO ACAPULCO BAY,
WE MIGHT SEE THOSE BRIGHT LIGHTS AT THE END OF THE DAY.