My Winter Days in Chicago.
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The Navy Pier charm and Napervile calm
Make Chicago a place of free, fleeting form.
The brutal wind here, blows hot
and cold,
Cutting the warmth into a whipping mold;
Like a butcher’s bold knife battering in gore,
In a pair of riding rapacious hands that soar.
The skins used to the scathing, chill weather,
Brace the wind, striking its
sheen to wither.
But those new to the soil and its savage wind,
Are set to suffer its strokes for want of a rind.
Life in this zone for natives, is lived in its best;
For those visiting in winter, it is a litmus test.
The once a way trip to the august,Aurora shrine,
Keeps the body and mind protected, fit and fine.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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