I didn’t know how to measure inches
Until my Tea stays warm
My heart should not be chilling
If it was not the snow –
Welcome to the East.
My inner ain’t cool any more
I can’t realize enough
When dreams are to be buried
Never knew that snow is a friend indeed
Welcome Home! The Vacationland.
The snow is life
If you object, ask bugs and ants
Squirrels know it better
And the looming summer
Am feeling good with the snow
The snow swipes away memories
No more dirty beaches and dense forests
Mountainous, hilly, plain, wet lands
They have buried many seeds
Should they germinate in the snow?
Let the snow be white
And will surprise New Mainers
Let them plow it or they learn to ski
All the way to the Pine State
The way life should be!