February 15, 2015 by Russ L
Goldenrod huddles shivering outside my basement window, enduring the blowing snow.
Inside, I am warm.
Posted in American Indian, Anishinabe, Chippewa, Native American, Nature, Poem, Poems, Poetry | Tagged American Indian, Anishinabe, Chippewa, Native American, Nature, Ojibwe, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Poems | 3 Comments
I feel for that poor goldenrod! 😉
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It was cold outside too. -20 with the windchill. I was glad I was inside! Much warmer back here in Missouri. It’s only 12 degrees above zero Farenheit. 😉
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brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr………….
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I feel for that poor goldenrod! 😉
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It was cold outside too. -20 with the windchill. I was glad I was inside! Much warmer back here in Missouri. It’s only 12 degrees above zero Farenheit. 😉
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brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr………….
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