Winnipeg has so few hills, but since I arrived, I have been contemplating and shaping up a poem about a hill, Govardhana, which is held sacred in India, attracting people from all over the globe. The poem:
The Living Hill
The god of rain, Indra, became extremely irate
Pride is often the big part of his game
With thunder, clouds and lightning so great
He exerts this power to maintain fame
What incited him so was a talkative child
Who put his village on a paradigm shift
Instead of a day to