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                                         I know none of the hundred Inuit words
 But today the snow broke in big blocks
  (as I plowed), and they were building blocks.
 A child could make a snow fort (or igloo) 
 and the fury of the drift making wind,
 the heavy wet snow not heavy enough
 but with plummet of temperature now dense
 not hard, shapeable
 leaves this snow with a name.
 yet were you outdoors without shelter
 as nature gave this gift you would die
 so as with an economy not well aputiak
 we build with imperfect snow what may be
 a temporary shelter waiting for the great storm
 that delivers the real thing
 building block snow with a price.
y Phil Specht 
 
 
I know none of the hundred Inuit words
But today the snow broke in big blocks
(as I plowed), and they were building blocks.
A child could make a snow fort (or igloo)
and the fury of the drift making wind,
the heavy wet snow not heavy enough
but with plummet of temperature now dense
not hard, shapeable
leaves this snow with a name.
yet were you outdoors without shelter
as nature gave this gift you would die
so as with an economy not well aputiak
we build with imperfect snow what may be
a temporary shelter waiting for the great storm
that delivers the real thing
building block snow with a price.
By Phil Specht on Dec 13, 2010