I cannot believe I am so tired. Anyways, I started a poem, but it sucks, but I will still post it, and maybe later I will post the revised and extended version.

Come live in our diverse community,
the voices chanted.
See the endless opportunities
in the city of modern explorers.

So she followed the voice
and almost missed-
her destination
except for the unmistakable sign

The City of Modern Explorers.
Where? where are the explorers?
and does a city hide
beneath the endless grasslands?

can opportunities spring
forth through hoards of snow,
that not even the slicing wind
can move with its wrath

And come summertime,
can the warmth in the short months
thaw deception which stretches
its icy fingers into the minds of newcomers.