Cold Blows the Wind Over My True Love

The North Wind Doth Blow.  A nursery rhyme.

The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing. 

Perhaps the robin should have joined us for some wintry, windy bicycle polo on a typical blustry May day in Bozeman, Montana. Ryan and Chelsea
Photo © John Friedrich, 2010


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