And First Glance thought theses were clouds ,
Strafing the Mound,
Mt Ballyhoo claims as it's ground.
Upon Closer inspection,
an awesome Chill,
Those are Whirlwinds Dancing,
For me to view!
Hundreds of feet up,
The snow is blown,
Only to fall back,
Awaiting The next Zephyer Through.
Miss you every Day,
Though Not is seems as much as your Salon
(Inconsoleable One might say)
So the Floors are all Waxed,
The Carpets are done,
You Plants are all watered, and Happy with care
But everyone wishes you were back HERE!!!
(Come On Already!! You have not tried The Screaming yet I think)