Author Topic: A Maine Poem  (Read 4606 times)

Ira Schreiber

  • Museum Member
  • Dispatcher
  • *****
  • Posts: 1,075
  • Life Member
    • View Profile
A Maine Poem
« on: December 11, 2014, 03:47:45 PM »
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 !  
                                                                  
                              
« Last Edit: December 11, 2014, 07:02:37 PM by Ira Schreiber »

John Kokas

  • Museum Member
  • Supervisor
  • ******
  • Posts: 1,547
    • View Profile
Re: A Maine Poem
« Reply #1 on: December 11, 2014, 04:57:09 PM »
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...........
Moxie Bootlegger

Mike Fox

  • Museum Member
  • Empire Builder
  • ********
  • Posts: 5,139
    • View Profile
Re: A Maine Poem
« Reply #2 on: December 11, 2014, 10:42:23 PM »
I especially like it when all your facial hair gets a layer of ice on it. Then you know it's cold.
Mike
Doing way too much to list...

Dave Crow

  • Museum Member
  • Fireman
  • ****
  • Posts: 369
    • View Profile
Re: A Maine Poem
« Reply #3 on: December 12, 2014, 09:09:57 AM »
And then walk into a warm building and it all thaws...