Today’s task: Google a common phrase, check out some of the resulting sites and see kind of poem comes out.  The phrase I chose ends my poem.


Our Land:

Rolling Farms

Pine and birch forests

Granite quarries and iron mines

White tail deer

Pesky gnat

Grey and little red squirrel


Our Sky:

Soaring Sun

Throaty thunder

Windblown blizzard

Cooper’s Hawk

Robin red breast

Ruffed Grouse


Our Water:

Cold or frozen

Natural blue

Swampland shallow, chilly deep

Walleye pike

Wary loon

Flashy panfish


We Minnesotans share a cliché

But it is OUR cliché

Five short words:


Land of Sky Blue Waters