(At a writer's site on Yahoo where I hang out, someone posted the following. It was about Iowa. I promptly stole it, adapated it for Alaska, and I'm bringing it to you. No, I didn't write it, but I sure wish I had!)
It's winter in Alaska
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below!
Oh, how I love Alaska
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Alaska
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!
(Thanks, Lisa, for my first laugh out loud of the day!)
I did however, have a little poem published in today's Anchorage Daily News, in the letters to the editor section:
blow or get off the news.
your fifteen minutes of fame.
That volcano seems to be settling down, so maybe it won't stick its ash in everyone's face.