On this snowy day

I think of Boston

And I think of you

The holy temple of Fenway

The magical New England falls

The dirty water of the Charles

Ducks in the Common

The grittiness of Southie

Ghosts of the past

Unending cold

Hopes of the young

Memories of the old

But I think mainly of home

Safe, warm, accepting, joyful

Because I think of Boston

And I think of you