We took a walk unto the shore,
My faithful dog and me,
The air was clean, and Ray was keen,
And then we moved down shore to find,
A boat of green, a canoe of kind.
And though our walk was soon to end,
We spied some ice around the bend.
Slowly.. dripping.. down ledge to sand,
Oh when will spring be close at hand?
(Revised but mostly posted February 2012)