Winter is here, cold, snow, icy days and nights.
It’s time to dig out the flannel underwear.
If you go out, don’t wear a baseball cap, your
ears may take on a glow, lest you’ve long hair.
Gloves and boots may be in vogue should you roam.
You are not from New England, I will tell you now.
If our weather isn’t to your liking ‘wait a minute’
is what we say and take a bow.
O’ yea! We are of hardy stock and will do or dare.
The snow or ice and cold bows to our will
you see. We grabs our shovels, rides our plows
Goes at it paying no mind to the chill,
‘til of course, the storm is beat to the ground.
Then, we pull chairs around the big wood stove
with our feet upon the nickeled rim, tell tales
of how we beat the snow witch in his cove,
and enjoyed the warmth from the old wood stove.
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
December 27, 2011