Winter Poem

WINTER POEM

It's winter in Wyoming

And the gentle breezes blow

Seventy miles an hour

At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love Wyoming

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 Wyoming

I'm frozen to the friggin' ground!

(From our niece in - where else - Wyoming!)