I found this poem in an e-mail this morning, the author wasn't credited, but they sure got it right!
It’s winter in Vermont
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below!
Oh, how I love Vermont
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 Vermont
Cause I’m frozen to the ground!
A-ut (means yup to a Vermonter)
It was -1 at home today, with wind chill factor bringing it down to -20. At least the sun is shining bright! And, the automatic car starter I got for Christmas came just in time. Thank you, baby!
1 comment:
Ha that's awesome :) Love that you followed it with the guilt ridden (even if really good things) what I love about winter post!
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