Our <br />black boots <br />hold ice cube <br />toes, <br />with us looking straight <br />ahead. <br />Lake Michigan pisses <br />snow on our dry, <br />red fingers. <br />Wind whips our <br />snotty noses. <br />Waiting in ranks for Frost <br />to bite.<br /><br />Scotty Dogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/navy-boot-camp/
