I am a windy city, but I am not Chicago. I am tossed to the side by cold Canadian air; My trees and weeds have an acute lean. I am east of the United States, yet west of Canada. My name isn’t of this country, yet it’s rooted in this dirt and rivers that are surrounded by great waters. My international river carries freighters daily. My roads are two-lanes and scenery mostly farmland. I am nature with people living among me to utilize the resources I offer in my small town with big attributes for this way of life.