Why I Can’t Leave Vermont
By Anonymous
It’s winter in Vermont
And the gentle breezes blow
72 miles per hour at 52 below.
Oh how I love Vermont
When the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose, it freezes shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around.
I could never leave Vermont
Cause I’m frozen to the ground.
I don’t know who wrote this poem, though it’s been posted in several places on the internet, including the Vermont Country Store’s Facebook page. I initially saw it elsewhere on Facebook, and it made me laugh when I read it.
While the “ 72 miles per hour at 52 below” is an exaggeration, we did have real temperatures of -21 degrees with a windchill of -30 or lower. During our last snow storm, we got 11” of snow, while that’s not up to my butt, the snow drifts did make up to my knees. The most accurate lines in this poem are:
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose, it freezes shut.
I have had the wind blowing so hard and the temperature so low that my nose did feel like it froze shut.
The Closet Professor 
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