A Maine Poem

[Ira Schreiber]

My cousin, from Culver City, CA but a Maine native, sent me this.


                                                  A MAINE POEM

                             It's winter in Maine
                             And the gentle breezes blow.
                             Seventy miles an hour,
                             at thirty-five below.

                             Oh how I love Maine
                             When the snow's up to your butt
                             You take a breath of Winter air
                             And your nose gets frozen shut.

                             Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
                             So I guess I'll hang around.
                             I could never ever leave Maine
                             'cause my feet are frozen to the ground !  
                                                                  
                              

[John Kokas]

Having lived there myself I can only smile.  On the other hand I have lived in SoCal also and had to deal with the earthquakes.  I'll take Maine...........

[Mike Fox]

I especially like it when all your facial hair gets a layer of ice on it. Then you know it's cold.

[Dave Crow]

And then walk into a warm building and it all thaws...