“A Winter Poem”, c. 1953; oil/board, 18” x 20”.
Once in awhile I miss the snow, but I'll never miss the cold!!
It's winter in Indiana
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Indiana
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 Indiana
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!