I don't know about you but I'm really ready for winter to be over this year. It has been one of the coldest on record, and the snow just keeps coming. I'm not much for being cold. I sit at my desk with two pair of socks on while I work, I just can't seem to get my feet warm. Why, oh why, do I live in Michigan?
Here's a poem that came to me through e-mail today. I'd like to share it with you.
Michigan Poem
It's winter here in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below!
Oh, how I love dear Michigan
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 my Michigan
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
I guess, I'll just hang in there. February is the shortest month after all. But darn it! I see it's leap year and there's one extra day this year. Oh well, what's a measely 24 hours when a blooming garden is the prize?
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant. If we did not sometimes taste adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. Anne Bradstreet, 1655
1 comments:
I love that poem! You could substitute "Northern Ohio" for "Michigan" and it would still be very true. :)
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