Thursday, January 7, 2010

Winter Poem

It's winter in Montana
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-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
I'm frozen to the ground!

1 comments:

Unknown said...

haha, i just saw this! i can totally relate