Spring is in the Air

The Crocus peeked out beneath the cold earth's shell here in Missouri this morning,
What a Beautiful Sight to see,
They have survived yet another winter of Ice Storms,the worst in history,
They are tough,they don't care,
Waiting axiously for Spring,they close up in the Midnight Air
In Blues and Yellows from it's grave,Springs up the Crocus Fair

Luck of the Irish

May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you; May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

Winter in Missouri

MISSOURI POEM


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

Oh, how I love Missouri
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 Missouri
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!