There’s nothing to me,
quite like the irony
of a Sun Valley snow fall
That 6 ft blanket of white
from a brutal winter squall
By:J.N.R Dutton
There’s nothing to me,
quite like the irony
of a Sun Valley snow fall
That 6 ft blanket of white
from a brutal winter squall
By:J.N.R Dutton
Hitting the road on a Greyhound,
together they were Idaho bound
He remembers there being snow all around
It was a picturesque sight, especially @ night
When the snow glistened in the bright moonlight
By:J.N.R Dutton
Cold rain is falling down outside
That wouldn’t be strange,
except that it’s July,
Idaho weather is crazy @ times
So he’s staying in drinking hot chocolate
& working on his rhymes
By: J.N.R Dutton
When he 1st moved to Idaho
He was enamored with the snow
but that was eight years ago
It’s still postcard beautiful to look at
There can be no denying that
but to tell the truth…
he always hates the way
it chills him all the way through
to the bone, that’s something
he’ll never get used to
By: J.N.R Dutton