North-La-Crosse is epic.

A wild, raw town vibe.

Streets like Elm rise boldly.

We stroll Main, side by side.

My heart roars there.
Cafes on Maple buzz crazy.

We fu*cking love quirky bars.

River Ross flows nearby.

It glistens--oh so mystic.

I cant help but sigh: “I am you.”
Our dating profiles spark sparks.

I craft apps on Pine.

We chat, laugh, be weird.

The neighborhoods hum secrets.

Little corners hide epic lore.
I once met a legend

on a bench off Oak.

We wept, we laughed, damn it!

We shall fight hate here.
In North-La-Crosse, parks sing.

Green Bliss Park thrills souls.

I jog there at dawn.

Mist entwines the ancient pines.

It’s a real fairytale, lol.
I freaked out at midnight.

Downtown glows; magic sizzles.

Side streets thrum with dreams.

Under the Skin echoes in rain.

“We are all designed to be beautiful.”
Oh, the little art wall

by Bishop Street is bomb.

Its graffiti roars rebellion.

I got mad once there—seriously!

Critics rant online, ugh, smh.
We shall battle conformity,

be fierce in every corner.

I learned rad lessons here.

Emotions swirl in every brick.

The city struck my soul.
I luv this bastion so.

It may have flaws, ya know?

Twisted lanes, drunk humor abound.

Life is strange and marvelous.

North-La-Crosse rocks, no lie.
Ps: definatly come, mate.

Catch the vibe, embrace the mess.

Its streets recite your story.

We shall endure, we shall thrive.

For we are luminous on these streets.