Between the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers. Between the Iowa and Cedar. Between the Des Moines and Skunk. I've lived or worked by them all. (Except the Missouri - that one doesn't count.) And fought floods against two of them more than once.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
What I have to look forward to
2 comments:
straightarrow
said...
I truly wish you didn't suffer so blue
When your feet grow so cold and your heart feels so old
when out of your hovel you try to shovel
All that Christmas beauty in order to do your duty to family, friends and passersby who would drop in to say Hi.
If only they could navigate the path from house to gate to witness your exhausted state due to the weather's hate
Of happy yuletide greetings and other sweet meetings when nature wants her way she'll make someone pay
for wrecking her wintry design she has no feeling benign and will exact a fee. Thank God, it isn't me.
2 comments:
I truly wish you
didn't suffer so blue
When your feet grow so cold
and your heart feels so old
when out of your hovel
you try to shovel
All that Christmas beauty
in order to do your duty
to family, friends and passersby
who would drop in to say Hi.
If only they could navigate
the path from house to gate
to witness your exhausted state
due to the weather's hate
Of happy yuletide greetings
and other sweet meetings
when nature wants her way
she'll make someone pay
for wrecking her wintry design
she has no feeling benign
and will exact a fee.
Thank God, it isn't me.
Merry Christmas
You've brightened up my morning, SA
"Thank God, it isn't me" - lol
Thanks
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