To the editor:
Winter came and stayed it did.
The nights were bitter cold.
But deep within the hearts of men
And women e'er so bold
There woke a spirit long suppressed
And forth they moved at its behest.
On Pontiac's plain, the plans were made
For a castle fair and strong
Where in each year past a palace played
To a winter weary throng.
The stones of ice held tight in quarry
Caring naught for transient glory.
The river frozen deep in time
Was heedless of the castle fine.
The wind it howled. The ice did groan.
With gloves wet through, slush chilled the bone
But on they worked, their faces hid
To do the work tradition bid.
Prisoners brought forth by King
Futures in the reckoning
Were lightened in their penance
By the kinship of these tenants
Finding hope in the freedom of such bonds.
From the parapets the shouts they rang
The resonating saws they sang
And claws descending from the dark
On each stone did leave their mark
As block on block they lay.
The walls, they rose as the river froze.
The towers reached to the sky.
As strangers passed and in cold did gasp
Within they wondered why.
These men and women labored on
A beauty that would soon be gone.
... And now before the celebration
Take we the time to pour libation.
Our pints we'll raise
To warmer days
And the passing of this fine creation.