So what does that poem say, anyway?
December 19, 2018
I’m old and not hooked up, so I wonder what Bridgette Harrington’s poem was, that she gained fame for in DC.
In case I’m not the only unelectronic reader, would you please print it for us?
Editor’s note: Certainly. Here it is:
’Twas the month before Christmas, and all through my mind,
Swirled thoughts of my
Oregon, all intertwined;
The four seasons how extraordinary, each one of a kind,
Left memories galore for my mind to rewind.
The winter how beautiful, the snow began to fall,
I quickly grabbed my mittens to make a chilly snow...