SASKATCHEWAN POEM
It's winter in Saskatchewan
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Saskatchewan
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
could never leave Saskatchewan
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!
Pretty frost on the trees that makes it look like a huge stalk of white broccoli - Feb 23, 2008
Cooper enjoying a carrot from Freda - Feb 25, 2008
Tawny playing in the snowfall - Feb 26, 2008
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