War © Tony Fallon053118

War © Tony Fallon053118

Alas, alas the Dukes don’t fight

Nor Kaisers either day or night

Hitler didn’t go out with a brigade

He never faced a rifle or grenade

War is so easily declared

By the rich who are not scared

They and their family will be deferred

To engages us they are not deterred

If they shot the leaders instead of fine young men

We would never have a world war again

It doesn’t change from war to war

The next will be as it was before

There will be far less youth in army boots

When the rich have to settle their own disputes

The poppy grows for farmers sons

Young boys shot down by monster guns

Change © Tony Fallon 053018

Change © Tony Fallon 053018

I woke up this morning and I felt so strange

I felt in my life there was going to be a change

You know that at my age I’ve learned to be wary

Any kind of change at all could be very scary

Nothing yet has happened the day was rather tame

But I’m going to Bingo that could change the game

If I should take the Jackpot to my little home

You’ll hear about it tomorrow in my latest poem.

The Lonely Poet ©Tony Fallon 052918

 The Lonely Poet ©Tony Fallon 052918

Some people think we poets should not write a poem
About girl friends we miss or a house we once called home
About a love across the sea, or a hero lost in war
Whether it was in war one or two or they called it the Boar
Some poets write of ghosts and goblins very scary and spooky
I don't blame them for complaining I myself think they are kooky
Others write of Camelot or Robin Hood and his men so brave
Others adore fire belching dragons living far away in a cave
Many poems are about gunslingers in the American West
And about Doc Holliday who was always elegantly dressed
There were many poems written about the men at the Alamo
How they defended that fort against the huge army of the foe
Many poems were written of Alaska and the rush for Gold
Greedy men paid dearly for dreams and died there in the awful cold
Poets from Kerry will brag about their lakes with crystal water
And lovelorn chaps like me will praise the lovely farmer's daughter 
Richard Nixon caused Rap to be a brand new Afro poetry style
And brought back the beauty of rhyme again far from the Emerald isle
Books are full of poems for the men who fought for the green white and gold
And men who died of hunger in H Block on the blanket in the cold
The poet has picked a solitary life full of challenge and doubt
One day the words are charming and rhyming the next day there is drought
But when we poets hit the words right there is no better feeling
We feel like Lionel Richie must have felt Dancing on the Ceiling
So if you are good at English then take poetry's long and winding path
The ones who are good at adding and subtraction they should stick with Math

Confessions © Tony Fallon 052917

Confessions © Tony Fallon 052917

Last week I wrote a little story about confessions
And children admitting their imaginary transgressions
Going all alone into this scary dark little space 
And hoping the priest would restore some of God's loving grace
After deliberation you had truthfully admitted 
All the venial sins in the last week you had committed
Extra pieces of information were often revealed 
That were not sins at all and could be easily concealed
You were at a disadvantage you were down on your knees
Practically begging him for forgiveness, oh please, please.
Sometimes the priest would be a real inquisitor
If you were in court you'd be helped by a solicitor
Your major worry was that forgiveness would be withheld
Of course, it could be much worse you could also be expelled 
If the priest believed on Saturdays every word he heard 
He'd be asking the bishop to be speedily transferred
Being Catholic is great if you have no self-control
Tell your sins to the priest in confession and cleanse your soul.
In my grandfather time, they had sackcloth and ashes
A hundred years earlier than that it was forty lashes
If you do not believe that check up at the Libraries
You were so lucky with Our Father and three Hail Mary's

Confessions © Tony Fallon 052917

My System © Tony Fallon 052818

My System © Tony Fallon 052818

My computer has often made me so angry I’d want to smash it

I love my widows ten dearly it’s the kind you don’t wash it

I was raised on Macintosh and Apple not an IBM PC

Or a smart assed phone which is so much smarted than me

I keep it in my pocket where it gives off rings and dings

I pay no attention to it unless the telephone part rings

The young ones tell when I’m out one of the latest trends

Is to spend the whole day hooked up with face book friends

As far as it goes about Face book I will readily admit

My opinion about it is it’s a lot of Horse or Bull excretion  

I even sold apple products in my Long Island store

And I thought IBM only sold typewriters until 1994

Back at my kitchen table I still have Windows Ten

I know as soon as I understand it they’ll change it again

Before they had seven and eight then vista and pro

There is an evil plot out there to get a lot more of my dough

Whenever it is slow or I don’t like its demeanor

I use this special program I have called CCleaner

People used to complain about their systems with frustration

I didn’t know it was their computer I thought it was constipation

I don’t understand the systems I don’t understands the parts

But I’m happy every day when I hit the button and it starts

No Regrets © Tony Fallon052618

No Regrets © Tony Fallon052618

I’ve been in a hole since you left you might as well fill it in
Even if you came back tomorrow I wouldn’t get out again
As you sidled up to me  I had a feeling you were crabby
And I suggested  you write to Ann Landers or Dear Abbey
When you said I should grow up I began to have a doubt
And I suggested you move in another direction that was out
I wanted to change my life I was ready for a new start
You may be on my conscience but no longer in my heart
I do admit I miss the complaints and your constant moan
I’m so glad you have left me even if I now am all alone
I don’t miss your accusations or your nasty threats
I’m now in the market for another woman with no regrets

Bananas© Tony Fallon 052418

Bananas© Tony Fallon 052418

I laughed so much I hurt

And popped a button on my shirt

I had to check if my pants were split

It was a really funny skit

There were two men on the stage

Pretending to be monkeys in a cage

One with green pants and red jacket

The other one was Buddy Hackett

I can laugh just by looking at his face

I would laugh if he sang Amazing Grace

They both were wearing bandanas

They had about five pounds of bananas

They were sticking bananas in their ears

Most of the audience was reduced to tears

Most of the audience was seriously drunk

They would have laughed if he sang punk

They were putting bananas where I won’t mention

When the MC put the show in suspension.

Where the bananas wound up I’m nor certain

There was a lot of moaning behind the curtain

Children #2 Tony Fallon052418

Children #2 Tony Fallon052418

Children are the cutest creatures put on this the earth
And loved by many people who did not give them birth
The Grandparents are usually the leaders of this squad
They don’t have stay all night Thanks’ be to God
I often think that grandpa is somehow enjoying
When his grandchild is his father annoying
They’ve had enough of nightly feeding and screaming
They are at home in their own beds dreaming

Hard Times ©Tony Fallon 052418

Hard Times ©Tony Fallon 052418

We grew up in hard times and not multiplication
It just was hard times that was our situation
Those were the years shortly after Hitler’s terrible war
And there was poverty in Ireland from shore to shore
With five shillings you were happy never mind a pound
And if you had a hundred you could buy a bit of ground
My father worked for a pound a day and was content
And that was enough money to pay for food rates and rent
That was something weird in the country and the town
We independent Irish still paid a land rent to the Crown
With four kids we survived annually on three hundred pounds
In a bar  in Dublin today that wouldn’t buy too many rounds
Sometimes the weather was just right and the farmer’s wouldn’t pout
Sometimes there was too much rain other times a drought
Good fresh food was plentiful if the weather cooperated
Too much rain and not enough sun farmers were frustrated
Other years you’d be trying to get cattle ready for the mart
You’d have to bring them barrels of water in the ass and cart
You couldn’t buy too much food we still had ration books
Anything that stirred or was green was cooked by Irish cooks
Women working outside the house would be saving hay
Not working for the solicitor in town like they are today
Cycling on the sand roads your bones would be jarred
It would be many more years before the roads were tarred
Some men complained about the price of cigarettes and beer
And all complained about the budget in the springtime of the year
Stories were told round the fire that would fill you with fright
Or we’d listen to Din Joe on the radio by flickering candlelight
We lived so far out   we were not part of the electric scheme
So there was no television  to watch the county football team
Still when the match was on  there would be an arse on every chair
As we listened on the battery radio to the great Michael O Heir
Things have changed a lot since those days and I do not lament
A man who grew up much like I did is now the Irish President.

Jane and I ©2019TonyFallon0225

Jane and I are often called very odd
But we really are like two peas in a pod
The odd thing about us is plain to be seen
I am her king and she is my queen
We buy lottery tickets and we know the gamblers lingo
Wednesday nights you can’t pull us away from Bingo
We love each other and the bright lights
And we go dancing Friday and Saturday nights
We love Karaoke singing country duets
We don’t sing very well but we have no regrets
We rarely go home early life is too exciting
We are not like other couples who are always fighting
Other couples said we love being out with you to two
And we always say we love being with you two too

Children ©Tony Fallon052218

Children ©Tony Fallon052218

Some children are the greatest gift that is well known

But parents have to nurture then until they are grown

In your old age you do not want to have to lament

That even though you tried the twig is badly bent

Maybe you were too lenient from their days in the cradle

You never used a stick on them you never used a ladle

Neighbor’s children have gone off to the East and West

You still have two at home who never left the nest

I’m afraid you did not point them in the right direction

And they took advantage of your love and affection

Hope © Tony Fallon 051918

Hope © Tony Fallon 051918

Hope in you can hurt much more than the original hurt
And make you by your actions become more introvert
Faith is the belief in Lent Commandments and Pentecost
Hope is the belief of reuniting with a love you have lost
Granting a time out is frequently a mistake
It would have been much better to have a clean break
The hope that fills your heart may be empty and hollow
Allowing you to hope as you in self pity wallow
The things that once made you happy are now mundane
The hope that it will get better causes you so much pain
You stay at home and to friends are often apologetic
You brood all day and night alone you are so pathetic
Has there been a call from either side for a cease fire
Maybe on the other side there is no more hope or desire
There is a possibility the romance has run its course
Being single means there will be no costly divorce
If you keep this up one day you will definitely go mad
You've reached the very bottom you are happy being sad
If you realize there is no hope you could face reality
And get on with your life and be contented and carefree.

Spring or Summer © Tony Fallon 051818

Spring or Summer © Tony Fallon 051818

Either spring or early summer is here at last
And the mean old cold winter has finally passed
Alas motor bikes are taken out of storage
And travel down the streets with far too much roreage
The first real hint were the crocuses showing
Then the grass and the ugly weeds started growing
Next there were so many flowers on the pear tree
Then I saw a butterfly and a buzzing bee

I checked my garden the turtle has laid her eggs
And I saw many girls on the street with bare legs
For the first time in years I saw swallows in flight
They must have returned I saw them again tonight

Birds are flying around with soft stuff in their beaks
They will produce their young chicks in two or three weeks

Next I got out the big spade to dig up the clay
And got the seedlings as well each on its own tray
Yearly as usual I sew some tomatoes

This year for fun I thought I would try potatoes
I still sew sunflowers for which I am renowned
Taller plants than mine in August can not be found

When they are all sown I will throw a tarp on top
Because a late white spring frost could kill all the crop

Ah we've come the full cycle and all is okay
Flowers blooming birds are singing and new mown hay

Leaving © Tony Fallon051818

Leaving © Tony Fallon051818

You didn’t think that I would ever leave

It was way too much for you to believe

You probably won’t appreciate the note on the door

Because it was you who always left before

Well this time girl you’ve lost the gamble

I’m headed off for Phoenix just like Glen Campbell

The bus will surely get there long before dark

Phoenix is very good according to Roy Clarke

They say there’s work out there in Spokane

Or I could go to Kansas and become a Lineman

The few things I left you can throw in the trash

I didn’t take the CD’s I know you like Johnny Cash

I know you claim you’re his biggest fan

Pay special attention to “understand your man”

I don’t think you realized that we were through

But I must have been “Crazy for loving you”

The weather here is better I think I’ll like the clime

And “I’ll get over you”,’’ It’s just a matter of time”

She’s Gone © Tony Fallon051718

She’s Gone © Tony Fallon051718

She came from the north in the year Oh fifteen
One of the prettiest girls I've ever seen
Her time was so short we agreed in advance
We could be friends but there would be no romance

She was here ten days and it would be stupid
To encourage the arrow man named cupid
Her questions and answers were always direct
She had a big spirit that could not be checked
Her size and shape made her look so athletic
Her effect on me was just pure magnetic
Our days together were filled with joy and mirth
I could follow her to the end of the earth
She taught me how to take on the world in stride
She aroused from me thoughts bottled up inside
She taught me how to have lots of self esteem
How to go out in the world and chase a dream
Her way of reasoning showed her special skills
The whole package just gave me so many thrills
She stayed twice as long as she had intended
If she had stayed longer that would be splendid
When she departed I was full of sorrow
But much better prepared to face the morrow
We promised our time would be truly enjoyed
But after letting go my heart was destroyed
This special time in my mind often replays
I wish I could return to those happy days
Does affection live in the heart or the soul?
Does lack of it exact a substantial toll?

The Star© Tony Fallon051518

The Star© Tony Fallon051518

There is a star I can't see in the sky
That brings many a sad tear to my eye
For you were called back to the creator
On vacation below the equator
They say your star appears in the famous cross
I'm too far north; I'm at a terrible loss
My friends say it twinkles and is so bright
It is seen so clearly each Aussie night
I cannot see it or even visit your grave
I am now all alone in the land of the brave
I say a prayer each morning at the shrine
And I know that your star will forever shine
What is going to happen we cannot foretell
I hope the drunk driver, rots forever in hell

Beauty © Tony Fallon 051318

Beauty © Tony Fallon 051318

Beauty is only skin deep and sets some folks apart
Yet very homely people may have beauty in their heart
The braggart and the beauty may not own each others souls
Unhappy shall such couples be for whom that sad bell tolls

The man must feel cheated for his dreams are not complete
And any man in the world can admire her beauty on the street
The man to keep his macho dignity will not easily confess
That within their home of homes they very rarely caress

Meanwhile the homely man won the heart of the homely maid
He comes home each evening to a dinner that is lovingly displayed
The dog is glad to see him and his children scream with glee
And for father of the year he would be their only nominee

The television sits idly in the corner as they each replay their day
As the son talks of home runs and the daughter practices ballet
The next day is a day that’s special so early on they all retire
While the dog dreams of rabbits on the rug in front of the fire

Both families may see each other at the church they both attend
They may wave to each other because not to would offend
The beauty picked out her jewelry thinking of what her friends will say
While the homely one is treated like a queen for it is Mothers Day.

Spring Love © Tony Fallon 051418

Spring Love © Tony Fallon 051418

I often met a pretty girl. And of love I was ambiguous

It never progressed. We did not become contiguous

What I’m looking for. Is a girl of not much more than thirty?

That’s the kind of girl. With which I’m often flirty

There’s a cute blonde next door. Of her I’m truly smitten

She and I get along as well. As Sinn Fein does with Britain

Whenever I’m cruising on the street. On my Harley I’m riding

She stops her sunbathing. And goes inside, she’s hiding

Once when I was drunk I asked her. To come with me on a weekend tour

She wouldn’t be caught dead on the bike. Because I am immature ?????

I think I look very snappy. All togged out from head to toe in leather

And I never do any wheelies. During the wet or snowy weather

She is not at all impressed. When in the morning the clutch I pop

She has called 911 more than once. To try to force me to stop

With an attitude like that.  We can never have rapport

How can I be immature? I act young for my age I’m only sixty four.

She told me once she’d introduce. A perfect match named Annie

Who do you think it was? Her seventy year old widowed Granny.

Parents Day © Tony Fallon 051218

Parents Day © Tony Fallon 051218

Some children think parents are a blessing

Others think parents day is distressing

Some people think their parents never cared

Some people alas were not at all prepared

Some confused the words love and passion

Selfish, selfish lacking any form of compassion

Sometimes the fruit of love is a heavy load

And the wild life of yore is quickly slowed

Both can become a great husband and wife

Settle down and abandon the wildlife

Others become abusive and accusing

While their own bodies they keep abusing

Becoming more harassed and perturbed

Acting like their wonderful life was disturbed

Some children aren’t raised they’re drug along

Made to feel they just do not belong

The words that I’ve heard that are aberrant

Is “I am not loved by my parent”

Gambling © Tony Fallon 051018

Gambling © Tony Fallon 051018

I remember when you mentioned I could always depend on you for support
Well I bet on the Irish horse in the Derby and I'm a little bit short 
As one of the favorites he finished last I do not think he was tryin'
I wouldn’t ever expect that from a horse trained by Mister Aiden O'Brien

I went to Blauvelt one night last month for the monthly twenty five card drive
My partner was so inexperienced he thought the jack would beat the five
I should not have gone to Bingo last night and my luck was just pure wicked
I didn't win any of the regular games or on the jackpot ticket

Before I got home I spent my last twenty in a lottery vending machine
None of my numbers came out in the draw on the telly at eleven fifteen
I had tea bags and cereal at home because I can't afford a cup of tea
And I'll have to go to the local church at noon where I will get my lunch for free

I closed my savings account last week and the other one is overdrawn
My credit cards are all maxed out I have nothing valuable to pawn
If I had two hundred empty bottles there would be one thing guaranteed
To get rid of this empty feeling I'd be out there somewhere smoking weed


My brothers and sisters live far away and I have no money for transport
Many of my friend's phones are suddenly not working so you're my last resort
You know if you will come through this time I would never shrink my obligation

And when I become a lottery millionaire you'll get your compensationTop of Form

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Oh God Tony Fallon 050118

Oh God Tony Fallon 050118

You healed the lame and the infirm you restored the sight to the blind
You can change night into day but you cannot change Mary Anne's mind
I loved her like no other and yet one night like a fool I strayed
I've gone to confession and communion and daily I have prayed
I started novena's and First Fridays my soul is full of grace
But I will not be happy if her I can never more embrace
I was devoted to my girlfriend and of her am very fond
I was drunk the night in The Shamrock when I hooked up with the blonde

When you touched the loaves and fishes they immediately increased
You once changed regular water into wine for a wedding feast
You walked on water and saved Peter on the Sea of Galilee
I am just simply asking you to send my baby home to me
For three long years you baptized and ministered to the common man
No way can I wait three long years for my old girl friend Mary Anne
I'd like for you to come to our town soon and walk across the pond
But I would rather you made Mary Anne forgot about the blonde

I've told my sins to the priest already I've no more to confess
I'm living almost like a monk and we are making no progress
You know I'm a true believer even about your ascension
But I often wonder if I am getting all your attention
I don't want to keep bothering you and I do not want to whine
I don't want you to set a bush on fire but could you send a sign
I've sent her emails and letters and only once did she respond
She claims I do not respect her and I can keep the f####ng blonde

This Spring May 2017© Tony Fallon

This Spring May 2017© Tony Fallon

This spring in New York we've had snow and rain

Weeds and wildflowers and crocuses cover the terrain

The grass is getting longer and the tractor will not start

I've spent days working on it and it nearly broke my heart

Before I put the key in the ignition I put air in the tires

And used my compressor to blow dust off the wires

I checked all the belts and not even one was frayed

And because one was bent I changed the outside blade

I also checked for bare or worn wires in great detail

Making sure in the future the wires wouldn't spark or fail

I've changed the plug and cleaned out the carburetor

And I may have called it names that insulted my creator

I emptied out the tank no one can call me a miser

And filled it with high test gas then added stabilizer

I charged up the battery checked the points and coil

And when I pulled out the dipstick it says it's full of oil

I turned the key so often the battery did discharge

So now I'm using the one from my car which is large

When dealing with batteries you must use protections

And make sure the cables make the right connections

When using starting fluid great caution is required

I must have put too much in and the bloody thing backfired.

It only burned the hair on my hand and singed my shirt

I used no more starting fluid and from then on was alert

Well I gave up on the tractor and got my Weed Whacker

And cut an awful amount of grass by God it is no slacker,

Teen age Romance © Tony Fallon 050718.

Teen age Romance © Tony Fallon 050718.

When I was a teenager I had so many crushes

If I mentioned all the names there would be many blushes

One day it was a redhead or the next day a blond

Many a one I had an eye on wound up across the pond

While some are now dead others are happily wed

So if I mentioned some names here I might wind up dead

There were beautiful girls in the convent of the Sacred Heart

But the nuns said stay away from boys if you are smart

Those were often stressful days of imagined romance

And the sinful “bad thoughts “going to a week end dance

With girls so conditioned before they came in the door

Many of us young fellows were afraid to cross the floor

I remember Peggy Boylan who married Paddy Dunne

And Mary Mc Cathy who went away and became a nun

Lorraine was a red head with freckles a real, real beauty

She was the shopkeeper daughter and a little bit snooty

 Me and all the others boys loved Mary Coffey’s figure

She fell in love with chocolate she’s two hundred pounds or bigger

I remember Mary fondly even though she was a tease

When she wore a mini skirt you could see way above her knees

To get us boys excited seemed to be a well thought out plan

And there was no better one than Mike Jones’s daughter Maryanne

All were hoping to take her home and at least being kissed

And the memories still linger of her out there doing the twist

The prettiest girl and the guy with a car quickly made connection

With a bicycle you had no chance if she livid in the other direction

If a girl was from your old school she expected a dance invitation

And even if either of you were shy you could have a conversation

That’s why neighbors fell for neighbors as at church they kneeled

And turned into great romances without going too far afield

When I think of me as a teenager and the girls that declined

I also remember fondly some very pretty girls I left behind

The real and imagine romances of my teens all came to naught

And I too had to cross the pond to New York before I got caught

Feelings © Tony Fallon 050618

Feelings © Tony Fallon 050618

If I could put my feelings in a bottle and put the lid on tight

I think I’d be much better off in the future than I am tonight

How can my brain have feelings when my heart feels so forsaken?

Awake I do not want to go to sleep in the morning I dread to awaken

When I do wake up amidst bad feelings and depressing moods

I have no desire for companionship and no desires for foods

Only a few short months ago I was taking the world in stride

You were here then and all I had was love and happiness inside

 I could hide the bottle in the cabinet or the refrigerator

Then I could ignore the heart break and sorrow until much later

If the bottle should break from pressure all the shards would scatter

The feelings would escape and my heart would once more shatter

So if my feelings are outside my body my heart could then be thawed

And I could start to live normally like it was the middle of the road

And not be moping here at home in a life that’s almost monastic

And so there’s no broken glass on the floor use a bottle made of plastic

The Derby.5518

The Derby. May 5 2018


The Kentucky Derby is run today
In Kentucky State that's far away
Unlike the National there are no jumps
Unlike ball games no referee or umps
A mad dash of a mile and a quarter
Once released from the gate by the starter
All twenty numerically arranged
The winner's life radically changed
The jockey will have many poses
The owner surely comes up roses.
Will it be a chestnut or a bay?
Becomes champion in the month of May
Will it be a Kentucky winners son?
Or will a rank outside be the ONE?

Cutting no grass© Tony Fallon050218

Cutting no grass© Tony Fallon050218

Yesterday I saw a guy on a tractor a wee bit of an ass

Showing off to his neighbors just wasting gas

There weren’t even weeds to cut certainly no grass

But he just wants us all to know his tractor is first class

For all the money he spent you could buy a nice used car

And people come to take pictures from both near and far

It is a bright red color with banners bunting and flags

The wheels had to be made specially they are aluminum mags

He built a great big modern garage with air conditioning and heat

He keeps the tractor there all year and his car on the public street

The wife is against this craziness and makes known that she opposes

She says if he had a girl friend out of guilt he might buy her roses

He has a big trailer to take the tractor to show at all the local fairs

Meanwhile his house is falling down and desperately need repairs

You can see him in the papers with the wife the tractor and a cup

And you can tell by the look on her face she wants to blow it up

There’s a plastic thing on wheels behind the tractor he says it’s a catcher

He could do with one half the size but this man wants local stature

He acts the part of a big farmer but we on the block call him a faker

He’s just the same as all us others he owns a little more than half an acre 

The pessimist © Tony Fallon 050118

The pessimist © Tony Fallon 050118

I never see the bright side I guess that's pessimism
That's because I talked to someone who is into evangelism
Most of their preaching does not agree with Catholicism
And I don't believe they ever read an Irish catechism

If you don't believe in God you are accused of atheism
If you should not believe in creation that is cynicism
If you don't think you or I exist that's called nihilism
With all those bad vibes around how can I have any optimism?

I think this is a good topic for people in journalism
But be careful what you say you do not want criticism
You don't want to be accused of left leaning liberalism
Or being the puppet of those who practice communism

If you give the job to someone you know that is favoritism
If you give the job to a relative that is nepotism
If you copy this remember I favor protectionism
And I'll sue your a## off in the world court for plagiarism

Spring © Tony Fallon 043018

Spring © Tony Fallon 043018

It’s over a year ago since I remember spring

A young lad was in the park with a kite on a string

I said you go and get your brother’s fishing rod

And we’ll sent the kite up so high almost to God

He looked at me quizzically and asked “are you a nerd?”

I didn’t know a five year old would know such a word

He had that vacant look about him maybe he was ill

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was on some kind of pill

To stay anywhere near this wild lad could be a big mistake

So I walked on over to watch two loving swans on the lake

There were bunches of crocuses and a lot of daffodils

On the banks of the lake, fed by fresh water from the hills.

I saw a rabbit hop across the field followed by his pal

And two male thrushes fighting trying to impress some gal

The bee the bat the butterfly were nowhere to be seen

It rained the night before so the grass was getting green

There were pigeons cooing and there was at least one seagull

And a few pair of geese from Canada they probably were illegal

The weather certainly was better last year and not as severe

As the cold we’ve had already for four months of this year.

There is still great hope up here that the sun will reappear

And that we finally will get a spring before summer this year

With seeds I am waiting my bare garden to transform

I don’t need more cold weather just days that are warm.