Muscatine

Iowa Winter Poem

It's winter in Iowa
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.

Oh, how I love Iowa
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 Iowa
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!

Found pome.

Good Great and oh so warm winters morn? Yeah, I know, I thought the same thing. Warm Winter's morn?

I just love this little sweetheart of a poem Nedl! When my Mr. and I first came up here, I was ready to go back to that warmer southern air the next day. But after a while, it went by quickly enough and once my blood thickened a bit--------well I just love to feed God's little winged wonders once the snow and cold arrives, not in that order actually. Then it was almost magical, the winters were not so bad and then 2000 came. THAT winter taught me a lesson. Stay inside and let the "men do it." Then well it wasn't so bad the next few years and by now--- I just see it as a blessing come Spring, because the fleas and mosquitoes aren't so bad after a long deeper frosty Winter. Yeah, as the poem enlightens, we were sure frozen in one place not what? a couple-three weeks ago?

If you find any more of these great reminders, please share.

God Bless.

Yeah Istreat,

When my son was at bootcamp in Cali, the first little temperature drop they had, every complained it was cold. My son just laughed and said it was "nice" out. LOL!

In Iowa, you have to dress in layers. Sometimes you take it off, then put it back on. Because only in Iowa do you turn on your furnace and air conditioner the same day.