Saturday, January 9, 2010

Winter Poem

It's winter in Montana
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
And 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 guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Montana
I'm frozen to the ground!