WINTER Poem
It's winter in Iowa
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Iowa
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 Iowa
I'm frozen to the friggin' ground!
Have a great day...
2 comments:
I love this. This is my first winter in Iowa and it is so true. I would love to post your poem on my blog (and credit you, of course). Would that be okay with you?
Love it! Just shared it on fb, crediting you of course.
---Jen
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