WINTER POEM
It’s winter in Gloucester
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour;
feels like fifty five below.
Oh, how I love Gloucester
When the snow’s up to my butt
I take a breath of winter
And my nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave Gloucester
Cuz I’m frozen to the ground!!!
A friend just sent me this poem, which I just had to share.
About E.J.
Artist, researcher, spiritual traveler of this fascinating orb we inhabit, lover of life and all it has to offer.
Hi everyone out there in GMG land. My name is Ellen “E.J.” Lefavour (a/k/a “Ejay Khan” – the pseudonym I used during my years as a political activist artist). I am a newcomer to Cape Ann, and thrilled to be a new contributor to Good Morning Gloucester. I am a painter and photographer who has lived and worked as an artist for 20 years, since leaving the corporate world in 1990 to pursue my passion. My contributions to GMG will consist of images (either my paintings, photographs, or the occasional video) and a little history about the image, called “Did you Know?” I hope to come up with tidbits of information that people don’t already know, or had forgotten they knew. As I am new here, everything is new and fascinating to me, especially the amazing history, so bear with me if I post something that is common knowledge – I’ll eventually come up with something that’s new to you. Please take a minute to comment on my posts, like them or not, especially if you have corrections or something to add, as that is how I, and all of us, learn. Have a Good Morning Gloucester, and a blessed day.
I love it. The poem … not necessarily the NON-STOP snow storms.
Should be on a plaque somewhere.