Boy oh boy. What is it they say? If you don’t like the weather in New England, wait a minute. Ain’t that the truth. The Poet Laureate of Mahoosuc Mills tackles that very subject in his latest.
Arctic Blast
How about that arctic blast
We got the weekend before last?
Forty below with wind chill factor!
How could any creature hack ‘er?
January weren’t as bad
As you’d expect, so we were glad
Suddenly the temp’s, they fell
And blessed us with this Arctic Hell
T’wasn’t fit for man or beast
We didn’t like it in the least,
The dog and I, t’was just too cold
To go out for our daily stroll
So cold, the deck boards popped and cracked
Our dog, she thought she might turn back
“Nope,” I gave the leash a flick
And says to her, “Let’s make it quick
“No time to ponder, like you do,
Every smell that comes to you.
Wind up your essential chores
So we can both get back indoors”
The wind then hit us with a slap
And took off with my winter cap
Just as I was bending down
To pick my glove up off the ground
The glove it tumbled as I fumbled
(Oh, some nasty words were mumbled)
Bags to pick up doggie mess
Do require some finesse
That’s hard with Mother Nature scowling
Forty below and wind a-howling
Cap retrieved, we hit the street
And beat ourselves a quick retreat
“Phew!” says I, when we arrived
“Was dicey, but we both survived.
What you say we stay inside
Our cozy little double-wide?”
The thermostat had barely dipped
I let all the faucets drip
We weren’t about to go to town
So all we did was hunker down
By Sunday, there could be no doubt
The cold snap, it had lost its clout
Clouds, they parted, wind did cease
And we could walk our dog in peace
Strangest thing, the way it ran
Storm ended quick as it began
And temp’s shot back to forty five
February! Has spring arrived?
Weather now, it seems to me’s
Become the oddest mystery
We used to get a ton of snow
Now, you never really know
We’d get these winters that would last
Not some weekend arctic blast!
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
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