I am working on my Egg masterpiece, it’s just not quite finished yet. However, I have amassed a large archive (probably at least 3 or 4 pieces) of completed poetry and various brilliant writings. I plan to gradually post them as I feel led on this someday award-winning blog.

I wrote this in January ’04, soon after I moved to Indiana. I don’t like cold or snow. Winters in Oregon are pretty mild, a little rain but rarely any stinking snow.

I think it was originally published on the by-log.

The cold and the snow are a pain,
And “Frigid’s” the name of the game.
The roads are a mess
and I am depressed,
I long for a sweet gentle rain.

Tom Troyer
01-’04