Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Ode to New Hampshire

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!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Compliments of my daughter Caryl.


  1. I knew you would put that on your blog the second I sent you an e-mail! Oh and I'm just sitting down to some homemade mac and cheese. I halved your recipe (sorta) so we'll see how it turns out!

  2. Maybe there's a way we could just split the difference *s* We were still in the high 70's today .

  3. Oh, how I laughed when I read that! Priceless!

  4. How sweet ode! To visit New England in winter is my dream...
    I'm going to plan a 3 weeks journey for the next year, maybe the dream will come true.

  5. LOL ... your daughter is certainly talented and she stated her poem quite well! Great for an early morning laugh!

  6. As a fellow citizen of New Hampshire, this poem describes the weather here perfectly. Tell your DD she did a great job.

  7. I'll bet it's colder in New Hampshire than down here in Rhode Island...I just stepped out on the porch. Blue sky, bright sun, snow, brisk cold, not a bit of wind. Beautiful.

  8. Absolutely fantastic!!! Oh my, my, my that's hilarious and I just love it and everyone must see and read this!

    Caryl, You Rock!

  9. While you are so cold, we are stewing in our own juice!

  10. Love it! Glad it's you and not me living in that mess, lol.

  11. Wow that is a lot of snow. What a great poem.

  12. As a native-NH'ite (the Sunapee area) now living in Ohio (where snow is just a pain, not a lifestyle), I felt every word of that poem. Loved it.

  13. Oh that is just priceless! And so sooooo true! I am ready for this NH winter to be DONE!


I pray that risen from the dead,
In glory I will stand,
A crown perhaps upon my head,
And a needle in my hand.