That Canada's buried in snow
And my grinning face sports a tear
Our rain needs no shovel you know.
The East coast's on a storm alert
It's buried and bundled all day
And here I'm wearing a T-shirt
Pineapple Express came to play.
Exceptional winter days
When I'm glad to live out west
If snow falls it seldom stays
Why not come and be our guest.
But don't come in order to ski
Still pretty but the mountains are bare
Rocks and trees is what you will see
Still, it's milder out here than there.
© Ron Unruh, February 2015