Here's a little something that I received in my email from one of my cousins who lives in New Hampshire. It's a great little poem, I think, and so did others who received the poem in their email because I read some of the replies she got from them. It seems another cousin in Maine loved it, but thought it should be a Maine poem. My brother in Ohio related to it but insists it should an Ohio poem. I had forwarded it to some cousins who live in the Berkshire Mountains in MA and they thought it was pretty good, but said it could just as well be a Massachusetts poem. My friends here in RI agree with me in thinking it would be a great Rhode Island poem. So, I'm going to share it now because it really is a good poem. It may be called A New Hampshire Poem, but see if it might remind you of some other place and, by all means, feel free to substitute the name of that place if you feel it is fitting.


Ode to New Hampshire

It's winter in New Hampshire

And the gentle breezes blow

Seventy miles an hour

At twenty-five below.



Oh, how I love New Hampshire

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 New Hampshire

'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!!

(author unknown)