Like that recent morning,

Just a few days ago,

When the air here in Kenai,

Showed twenty-one below.

That’s the kind of day,

Many will agree,

When our beds call us back,

Right after our bladder’s relief.

So it’s back to bed we go,

Dreaming of days ahead,

When our blanket of snow is gone,

From Kenai’s fruitful watershed.

When the reds will be a-running,

Plus kings and silvers too.

And out at sea, whales be swimming,

While mighty flocks of seabirds,

Just keep streaming through.

A multitude of life proving,

Once and for all,

That thoughts of a long winter

Will return again in the fall.

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