The Northman sweeps upon us
with no mercy he spreads an
icy, white blanket over our
helpless prairie.
His freezing breath rattles
our teepee, we pray the skins
and wooden poles stand firm
against his battering blasts
Our friends the buffalo huddle
to fend off his bitter snorts
we fasten tight the teepee's flap
build our fires tall, knowing his
cold brutality will be with us until the
Great Spirit sends the warming sun
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| Writing Prompt |
Using any form of poetry, with or without rhyming, write about Winter using the technique of personification (as if this season were a person). |
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