waxing poetic

Ohio, how do I love you? Let me count the ways:

I love you for your changing of the seasons.


I love you for your prices within reason.


I love you for your waving fields of corn,


...and 'cause you are the place where I was born.


I love you for your Krogers and your Meijers,


...and for your pleasant lack of wildfires.

rain has to be good for something besides agriculture, right?

I love you 'cause your traffic's not a mess.


I love your honest unpretentiousness.

likely to be understood only by Ohio State Fair attenders... here's an explanatory link for the rest of you

(I even love your icy winter streets...
And that, you must admit, is quite a feat.)