A Literary Ode To Our Minnesota Winter

Looks like today might be the day we finally reach a high temp in the mid 20's, effectively putting an end to our most recent cold snap. But there's no doubt more on the way, so here's a little literary work of art that honors a Minnesota winter.

I'm not sure who originally wrote this fine piece of iambic pentameter (you've probably seen it making the rounds on social media), but it sure seems applicable to read it again-- especially since our high last Thursday didn't even make it above zero.

So now (imagine me using a British accent here), without further ado, we proudly present...

A Minnesota Winter Poem (author unknown)

It’s winter in Minnesota,
And the gentle breezes blow.
Nearly 50 miles an hour
At twenty-five below.

Oh, how I love Minnesota,
When the snow’s up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air,
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, winter here is wonderful.
So I guess I’ll hang around.
I could never leave Minnesota
Because I’m frozen to the ground.