The Pit

In the north of Minnesota

The weather goes from rain to snow in a day

People drive across frozen lakes

Having bon fires on the ice

Forming little ice house villages

Snowmobiles carve through the ditches and fields

Children build snowmen families in yards

And the dogs revel in the fresh snow fall

What I like best is the comfort of the snow

I love being wrapped in my carharrt bibs and coat

Feeling safe and warm

Lying on the ice of a pit that's over six hundred feet deep

It puts you in perspective to its enormous mass

Reminds you of the many men that dug and died in there

The pit that used to be used as a garbage dump

Shooting horses so they'd fall over the edge of the cliffs

Then as times grew ghosting cars and trucks into the deep blue water

As summer rolls around the children jump off the swimming cliffs

Where so many have been hurt or killed, just for the thrill

Ah Minnesota the land of bounty and brutality