Awhile back, like in October, I published the following poem, which I found in an obscure South Dakota centennial book. I was thinking about it this morning, as I was checking out the bad, horrible weather in South Dakota, where my extended family lives. (Glad I’m not there!) It’s just snowing and snowing and snowing. So I thought they might need a little poem to cheer themselves up.
It is spring, after all.
Without further ado, here it is, dedicated to you poor people suffering from an April blizzard. My remarks are bracketed.
Winter [read spring] in South Dakota
It’s winter [spring] in South Dakota
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour,
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love South Dakota,
When the snow’s up to your butt. [Goodness, the language of some people!]
You take a breath of winter [spring] in
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful.
So I guess I’ll hang around.
I could never leave South Dakota
I’m frozen to the ground!
Now I know that some of you live in warmer climates. You know who you are. You’re probably reading this on your iPhone, sitting on your deck, listening to birds sing, while the rest of us are freezing our tushies off and drinking anything hot to stay alive. I’ll have you know, we currently have an outdoor windchill temperature of 19 degrees, but at least it’s not snowing here, yet.
Furthermore, the little children requested Christmas music this morning. Christmas music. They thought that maybe it was December again?