NH Poem

It’s winter in the White Mountains
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love New Hampshire
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 leave New Hampshire
Cause I’m frozen to the ground.

3 thoughts on “NH Poem

  1. LMAO!!This was great. Thanks for the laugh!Here I thought it would be a tender and nostalgic piece. I should’ve known better 😉

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