I Don't Live In North Dakota

The white foam on the ocean’s crest

A grey and dreary day in paradise

I find myself cooking that darn turkey sausage

To feed my hungry son

Looking out the window as I cook

Seeing the steely grey of the ocean

Do I want my morning swim?

So cold and uninviting

Yet the beach has tourists today

Frolicking in the surf

I guess it is all in the perception

And yes, I must remember I don’t live in North Dakota