I like a lake alike four others;

Though comparing them all if I had my druthers,

Choose the one most shallow, lacking depth

Say of Huron, Michigan, Ontario and the rest.

The one most deserving of the year’s special favor

Installed in December, maybe November, or whenever.

The Ice Boom it’s called; the “Ice” part we get,

But what’s with the “Boom?;” it’s just a steel net.

It throttles the ice, chokes it all winter long,

Maybe far too long, in the winters long one,

But no so long since blessed by the charming

Dire displays of fresh global warming.

So now is the time for the Army Corps’ endeavor,

To remove the Boom in March, April or whenever.

Do we miss the Boom throughout the spring, summer, fall?

Well, no, not so much when we are booming baseballs,

While the Boom lies silent, tucked somewhere in the harbor,

Rusting but relishing its next turn in the water.

I like a lake unlike its four brethren,

Superior in traits if not mass and volume.

More storms, more shipwrecks, more stories of lore,

Of Neutral the nation, vanquished by Iroquoia.

In the days before power plants, and the need to intrude

Upon the iceman’s full flow: Niagara’s interlude.