Inhospitable…

A place of high strong winds,

Able to kill a man or blow him off his feet,

Ice flying in long and short sheets,

Like daggers with a mind, seeking blood, not just sleet…

Snow of the twenty-foot variety, so deep,

Unable to traverse on foot a hill, so steep,

Snow shoes help, better to stay inside,

Caves the only place to keep,

Man or beast from the horrors outside…

No spring or summer thaw, does happen here,

No birds and greenery that time of year,

Better to stay on Earth, so near,

Than to visit another planet so far from here…

              © ed – 3/14/04