Inukshuk

Standing on the blinding blankness

I see your shape long before you are close

Black silhouette against the blinding white

Your icy rock fingers pointing without fail

A way out of this isolation

To home heart and warmth

Since the time of my grandfather

And the time of his grandfather

If ever you should fail

Tumble down exhausted in the snow

We will build you back up

Just as my grandfather built you up

And his grandfather built you

My hands moving where theirs once did

So you may keep pointing us in the right direction

To home heart and warmth

Out of this isolation