Saturday, February 20, 2010

Winter in Maine

This poem was sent to me by my cousin, who lives in Maine.

It’s winter in Maine ,
And the gentle breezes blow;
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty-five below.

Oh, how I love Maine ,
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 Maine ,
Cause I am frozen to the ground.

8 comments:

Nancy Bristow said...

HA! What a great ice sculpture, Debbie:)

Of course I voted for the next hero's name to be "Cole" as in my main squeeze Cole Hauser. I watch two of his older movies back to back last night just so I could hear his voice and look at him. In one he didn't have a significant part but the other one had me licking the screen:) Damn, he's fine:) ~Nancy

Tory Richards said...

LOL...I had a vision of you licking the screen. I hope you cleaned it first:)

E.J. Stevens said...

Hahahaha, I live in Maine so this was particularly humorous for me. ;)

Nancy Bristow said...

Debbie...Actually I didn't even think about the screen...I was lost in his eyes, his mouth, his voice, his dimples. He's so intense and that works for me in all ways. *grin*

Beth said...

Somebody sure got creative with the snow sculpting. Love it.

Tory Richards said...

Hi E.J.! I'm from Maine:) So I can relate, too.

Tootles!

Tory Richards said...

LOL...poor Cole, he doesn't know what he's missing!

Tory Richards said...

Yeah Beth, I wonder how long it took to do...