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
'Cuz I'm frozen to the ground!
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1 comment:
Simply Beautiful. I wish I would remember to take my camera with me when I went on these aimless road trips with Paul. Loved the pictures. The Hawk in flight is priceless. (Hugs)Indigo
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