Saturday, January 3, 2009

Winter Poem

In the spirit of the latest blizzards:

It's winter in Montana
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.

Oh, how I love Montana
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Montana
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Sarah,
It will warm up one of these days!
It's 2 degrees here this morning.
Thank goodness for wood stoves!
Love,
Mom