Ermine landscapes
Running into the mountains all children would go...
With hearts aflutter O there's a golden rainbow
And a pot of gold on a white ermine landscape-
Of snow, where playful; polar bears play
With Apollonian spirits roaring all day—
And a billion stars with a moonscape!
You can closely lasso, you can lasso,
And, take your Winnie the Pooh,
Do you remember this, too?
Or is it just me.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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