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TITLE: Ode to Winter in Iowa
By Jacob Gibson

Before we begin this poem I would like to say... happy anniversary to me! I have now been on faithwriters for one year and have enjoyed it emensely. I wrote a lot more than I ever thought, met some wonderful people who gave me encouragement and support, and read some fantastic pieces of work. I also have over 100 credits too! Yay! Wheeeeeeee! Thank you to everyone for a delightful first year. This is a wonderful place to improve my skills and reach my dreams.

Anyway... this poem is one of my more sarcastic works about my love of winter here in my beloved state in America. It's definitely not an original idea but I tried to make it my own. (Complaining and pessimism are very unappealing to me but sometimes I feel a need to whine) I didn't know if this should go in the poetry section or humor, since either would work and it might be funnier if placed in poetry. Humor seemed like the best option, since most people probably expect positive and uplifting words there and I didn't want to be a sour sugarplum. Don't let this ruin your attitude though! Merry Christmas to you and stay warm and joyful! (The first stanza is not sarcastic) Thank you for your critiques.
Ode to winter in Iowa
My lovely home in the midwest
Though it's flat and full of corn and pigs
It's the place I like the best

When the final leaves of autumn descend
And kiss the cold hard earth
And the first snowflakes drift down from above
The arrival of winter fills me with mirth

Winter, my favorite season of all
A white wonderland from summer severed
And in this grand state of Iowa
It seems to last forever

Though not as cold as North Dakota
Greenland or Alaska
It's just cold enough for my enjoyment
Much more than you could ever aska

The frigied air fills up my lungs,
along with the fragrance of car exhaust
It blows up my nostrils and into my eyes,
covers my eyebrows with lovely frost

The cold wind nips at my tender face
like a cuddly wolverine
And a runny nose makes my mucous freeze
and turns my upper lip a yellow-green

The ice can be a lot of fun
when you slip and fall on your back
And shoveling endless loads of snow
Of the white stuff there is no lack

The pleasures of winter do not end here
That just would not suffice
We cannot forget the frequent joys
Of scraping the windows off your ice

And speaking of cars, another task I love
To start it early in the morning
If I get lucky every once in a while
It will die on me without warning

Blizzards are a beautiful scene
When white is all you can see
And vehicles slide or move around slowly
The people always look so happy

I hear the christmas songs of winter romance
Sleigh rides and a warm cozy fire
I've yet to have a girlfriend to share it with
No worries of manners to acquire

Though I do not believe that global warming
is caused by the actions of man
It would be a real shame to have a hot winter
And receive a late year tan

Who needs the summer and it's unbearable heat
Swimming and walking in shorts
Sleeping outside, running around
Time with friends and playing sports

Spring is just too cheerful
Full of too many flowers and rain
Fall is still too warm and bright
What else is there to explain?

Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow

Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice

Ode to winter in Iowa
You make my weary heart sing
I can wait several months, as long as it takes
To return to the sorrows of spring


For the record there are some things I enjoy about winter. Christmas, of course, the beauty of big snowflakes (seen from inside), hot chocolate, sledding, snowballs, gifts, time with family and friends, giving gifts, the salvation army, and things like that. The error in the 8th stanza (window and ice) was intentional.
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