A little poetry to help cope with the colder weather…

During a very cold snap, our family decided to have some fun.  Johnny Cash wrote a song about a flood he experienced as a kid on the farm entitled, Five Feet High and Risin’. As the water rises the situation becomes more interesting.

We decided to transform the lyrics of that song into one only those of us in the north could truly appreciate.  It is entitled, Forty Below and Fallin’.

Picture this being read with dignity in a formal poetry reading setting by someone wearing what we Minnesotan’s wear to the barn for chores when it’s colder than, well, you know, COLD. Picture insulated boots, hats with fur lining that snap down around the neck, thick goose-down insulated gloves, coat and snow pants. You get the picture. Have a hoot while keeping in mind that spring WILL come…J

(We took a few liberties while composing our first class poem for the sake of humor. Please don’t fret – our chickens and cattle are perfectly fine and we have no bee hives.)

40 Below and Fallin’

(by the Mesko family)

How cold’s the weather, Mama?

Ten below and fallin’.

How cold’s the weather, Papa?

She said it’s ten below and fallin’.

*

Nothin’ starts, it always breaks

Guess I’ll have to get out the hockey skates

Is it too late to hibernate?

Ten below and fallin’.

*

How cold’s the weather, Mama?

Twenty below and fallin’.

How cold’s the weather Papa?

She said it’s twenty below and fallin’.

**

My hives are gone, I lost my bees.

The chickens are frozen to the willow trees.

Cows in the snow up past their knees.

Twenty below and fallin’.

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How cold’s the weather Mama?

Thirty below and fallin’.

How cold’s the weather, Papa?

She said it’s thirty below and fallin.’

***

Need a drink of water, but the pipe was froze,

Went outside, but the frost bit my nose.

Looks like we’ll be blessed with a little more cold.

Thirty below and fallin’.

***

How cold’s the weather, Mama?

Forty below and fallin’.

How cold’s the weather Papa?

She said it’s forty below and fallin’.

****

There’s nobody out from here to town.

We’ve already put on all of our down.

We look like a bunch of big fat clowns.

Forty below and fallin’.

*****

Well, it’s forty below and fallin’.

copyright Mesko family 2012

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