Green
Contributed by Dave Glenn
When it turns green again..
If only that was tomorrow..
Here I set in my lonely cabin..
Bacon, beans, and moose meat aplenty..
No companion to share the loneliness..
Oh, how I ache for the green again.
All the gold in my claim is folly..
All is frozen..
All is dark..
Waiting is so painful..
Making plans to strike it rich..
When it turns green again..
The moon so full and bright..
The northern lights are a wonder..
The quietness is the deliverer of pain..
Can I hold out until..
When it turns green again.
Trapped by miles of snow and frozen rivers..
Only a fool would travel..
Here I must wait for Spring..
When it turns green again.
