The Cold North Wind

The seasons have changed

With the air moving in from the north and the east

Blowing cold air in the city’s scape

Walking on the roads I reached a corner

The bustling of that street

Was perplexing a sight

Blue ribbons and flags

Were waved around

The intent of the message unknown

As I stood at that corner I reached

As my head bobbed from one side to the other

It was evident what the parade was all about

They called for the free

And the people on the streets

To join the charade

Of their god given freedom

As I tended to move on my path

I was tempted to fly my flag

Of the free will with which I sing

In the parade that brought the cold wind