Mud season

Snow. Sleet. Freezing rain. Rain.

The forecaster forecasts wetness and pain.

Snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain.

I pull on these boots again and again.

 

Snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain.

My poor toes are froze

As I mush through the slush.

Gotta shovel the steps

And plow the darn lane.

'Cause it's snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain.

 

My knees freeze and there's ice on my brain.

I slip splat flat, and my butt gets a sprain.

My gloves are shrunk little and my fingers are brittle.

I slosh through a drift that comes up to my middle.

It's churlish I know, for me to complain,

But oh! Snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain.

 

If you see me glide past

as I slide on my ass* *( or a_ _ if you prefer)

And if you hear me profane

About winter in Maine,

It's only on account of

Snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain.

 

Gig Kerr, from Union, was a nurse for 45 years. Kerr is now retired and just mucks about on the farm, enjoying the seasons. Mostly.