A poem for SoDak, winter

I did not write this, but wish that I did. It was penned by former Argus Leader reporter Joumay Steen.

People always ask why I moved to SoDak, where winter stretches brutal for months. It's not that bad.
Besides, we're good at making fun of ourselves:

It's winter in South Dakota,
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty-five below.

Oh, how I love South Dakota,
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 South Dakota,
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.


Anonymous said...

I'll chuck you a copy of "The Long Winter."

Danny Wise said...

I came over from poetry train but I guess I like this one best, so I'll comment here. 'your nose gets frozen shut' etc. cool stuff! However if you like the American sentence thingy I have tons of them on my blog including the one I wrote today.
Happy New Year!