It's winter in Montana
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-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 I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Montana
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!
:2funny: That was a cute poem Ruth!
:chairfall: :chairfall: :2funny:
ms Elie does not look to happy in the photo..............poem is good though
Thats a lot of snow--makes me cold just looking at it.
Love that poem. :thumb: :2funny:
Annie