We love the glow where winter snow Is piling white and deep Where Northern lights on frosted night Keep children from their sleep. Come out to play, they seem to say, The hour is rich and bright. And laughter rings and spins and spins In children's ears at night. We are the children of the sky We laugh and play and dance. We Windego are full of fun Come join our magic dance. With trailing green and red between And blinding yellow bars We heed the tune of mellow moon And dance beneath the stars. Each little one is running wild And singing glad refrain! Let children be where they may see Those Northern lights again! by Gordon Moore

The above poem was written by Mr.Gordon Moore, a Cree Indian. He started going blind when he was in elementary school and as a result his formal education stopped at the end of grade three. This remarkable self-educated man, now in the Sudbury Institute for the Blind, has "written" many poems about the James Bay country as he remembers it.