For Miss Anderson’s grade 3 at Gretna Green E.S. in Miramichi, New Brunswick. 2005
Things are peachy
In Miramichi
Until the Winter Comes,
And freezes your nose
And also your toes
And maybe even your thumbs.
So why are they preachy
In Miramichi
About how it’s so nice?
Don’t they know
It’s 40 below
And everything’s turning to ice?
Well, something is there
That makes them not care
That winter’s really at home;
And since that is so
It’s where I will go
As soon as I finish this poem.