To: bentfeather
MARCH BLUES
The firewood supply is dwindling;
Almost all that's left is kindling.
Woodstoves sputter, pale and sickly.
Spring had better come, and quickly!
- D.A.W.
52 posted on
03/08/2006 8:15:40 AM PST by
Lady Jag
( All I want is a kind word, a warm bed, and world domination)
To: Lady Jag
March blues on the wan
the sun is shining once again
dewdrops are blooming in the yard
squirrels are jumping round
like the retards they are!
The temps are pleasantly warm
this day, the ole farmers
are out makin' hay
lots to do, lots to do
when things do thaw
and the farmer believes
it's not the last straw.
Eighty more mater seeds are due
to be put in the Aframe
before the dew freezes
them solid in the cold air
a bed of straw and warm sun light lives there.
bentfeather
54 posted on
03/08/2006 8:28:32 AM PST by
Soaring Feather
(Woman Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
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