Note: This poem was written on behalf of a Red Hat Society member.
We all gripe about the cold
As we’re getting so old
But, with fondness I’m told:
Do you recall snowballs & sledding & skiing?
And when skating on ice once was so very nice?
And on weekends we were sledding
When winter was over (in youth) we were dreading
Now Global Warming is where we are heading.
