I Wish I Had Chosen To Live At the North Pole

The winter is choking me with her cold air.
She is blatantly whitening everything.
The birds are terrified they will not live through it.
School is cancelled for the ninth day in seven weeks.

I wish I was a skier.  I wish I had an igloo.
I wish I had chosen to live in the North Pole.
This would seem normal then and I could feel partly responsible.
My cold-air-induced asthma is screaming for warm climate.

Three teachers who normally have some sense
Were pushing each other’s cars uphill to get out of school on Friday.
We are lucky this did not come down to three deceased teachers.
There were one hundred and fifty-seven slide offs in Kansas City.

Not counting the forty-five wrecks.
The winter is choking me, holding me hostage.
Making me re-think my choices.
But my grandchildren live here, I argue and so I stay.
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Mcferran Avatar
February 20, 2019 at 10:15 PM
Hang in there, my Soul Sister! We will survive this Winter, yet!! ;) (And the grandkids are worth it...)
Krutsinger Avatar
February 21, 2019 at 12:34 AM
I know they are, but no one can even get down my driveway. We paid $100 to get it shoveled, and I went out and shoveled it myself again today. Took forever! When we built an earth home on a slippery slope, we never thought about this sled-hill of a driveway that goes forever.
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