Photo/Sue Wambolt
A poem by Ruth Cohen, a reader from Shrewsbury
Winter in New England, Oh what fools we be!
Why don’t we move to beautiful Hawaii?
Every year it’s the same thing.
We look forward to delightful spring
And then comes summer with its hot days.
We go to the beach and soak up the rays.
After summer comes autumn with its magnificent hue.
The problem is now we know winter is due.
So, here we are with sleet, snow and ice.
I have to tell you, it’s not very nice.
But, there must be some reason, something to explain
Something beyond the fact that we must be insane.
The only thing that’s really clear.
Is that for some reason we nuts stay here.
