[stylist] Is It Heaven poem

[Barbara Hammel]

IS IT HEAVEN?



It's January the fifth  today

And the thermometer says sixty-two,

Are you sure that I'm in Iowa

And not in Thibodaux?



Or is it Heaven, after all,

Not Iowa any more?

Winter cannot stay like this.

It will return with a roar.



It's January the fifth today

And shirt sleeves are the wear

There's not hint of winter time

Out in the sunny air.



Or is it Heaven, after all,

And did I not know, but did I die?

For this isn't winter in Iowa,

Not a flake of snow do I spy.



It's January the fifth today,

And my child thinks it pretty neat

That he can go outside and swing

In his coat and his bare feet.



Or is it Heaven, after all,

Please pinch me so I'll know

There are nonexisting gale-force winds

And four feet of invisible snow.





What can I change about this poem because it’s really not very good.  It seems too clunky or something.

Barbara



A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd. -- Max Lucado