Linda Winchell

(still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)

'Alberta Clipper'

Clip, Clip Clipper!
'Alberta Clipper', Clip!
Blowing across the lands now frozen
Clipping with your cold Clip, of Alberta Nip!

Cracking tree limbs fall to the ground
Animals are crowding for warmth
Of the noon day sun!

Clip, Clip Alberta Clip!
Go back to where you were born
No one needs your below zero temps.
'Fare-thee-well Alberta',
For I am now ready for days of warm!

Submitted: Friday, January 16, 2009
Edited: Friday, January 16, 2009

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  • C.R. Clark (1/16/2009 10:52:00 PM)

    I like this poem a lot. Winter seems a long time going when it's really, really, really cold doesn't it Linda. Well just remember, keep a stiff upper lip and don't spit in the wind, springtime's coming. A fine poem indeed...10..
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