It’s spring in Wyoming
The breeze blew my hat away
It blew far to the east
Likely in Nebraska now
It was my best stocking hat
I have presented the above lovely free verse poem in a beautiful orange patina to represent spring. Orange is truly the color of spring the time of year when grass turns green and the lovely green of new leaves opening. And orange—well it’s the color of some stuff like orange juice and footballs and I really like both.
First time I ever used the word patina-good word!
Well its May, guess I will make it for another summer of: mowing, watering, weeding, raking, gardening, traveling, barbequing, fishing, playing golf and paying through the nose for a gallon of gas. Wow now I’m tired.
I get a good laugh every day as I watch and listen to the presidential candidates try to win my vote—now they are talking about suspending the gasoline tax for the summer, oh boy, now I can buy gas for only three-fifty a gallon.
We will be taking some trips this summer, just shorter and slower. America may see a lot of this with people vacationing closer to home or just staying home: mowing, watering, weeding, raking, gardening, traveling, barbequing, fishing, playing golf and well you get the picture.
Spring is here the snow is gone in our yard, been gone for over 24 hours! For a while there I thought the state legislature might have moved spring back a month or so due to global warming. Soon I will be writing about global warming and my attempt, as an old guy, to become greener or is it more green-well whichever. Time to go dig that diet Pepsi can out of the trash and put it in the recycling bag, or as I call it one of our million or so
Wal-Mart bags.
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