HAVING NO FEAR–OR FUN
Being inside all the while,
I gaze out at weather and smile…
Transitional time
To retrain the mind
For winter driving as dialed.
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But now I may start to worry
As someone else drives in a hurry…
Out of my control
To politely extol,
And trust those driving the surrey!
–Jonathan Caswell
OFF SCHEDULE
Eating and sleeping and working,
Self-care has more likely been shirking…
Driving, as it were,
Is tougher when blurred
And can’t see if anyone’s twerking!
–Jonathan Caswell
AT THE APPLES AGAIN!
Driving in to work today
I glanced at trees by the highway…..
Some geese were there
Enjoying the air,
Had they munched on those apples all day?
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The apples had fallen aground,
The geese seemed happy they found…
This new food source
Which I’d endorse,
Their method of recycling was sound.
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If some apples were in vinegar prep.,
The geese will have a “hic” in their step…
Don’t be a goose chider
If the mash turns to cider,
The poor birds need SOMETHING for pep!
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The Momma goose with the broken wing,
Couldn’t fly, so missed the whole thing…
The gate was closed
As one supposed,
The day after Thanksgiving.
–Jonathan Caswell
ROOSTER TAILS
(just silly)
Rooster tails at two AM,
Watering the lawn…
Sections done, every one
Before the break of dawn.
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Bunnies put on shower caps,
Mice run for cover…
Shampoo sales go up at night
Among wildlife who bother.
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Driving up the driveway
At two AM…
Shower parties all around,
Among our animal friends!
–Jonathan Caswell
FIRST STORM DRIVE
I know how West Virginians felt after Sandy,
Before starting out I felt randy…
Nervous of this time,
An ice-and snow climb,
When rain froze, would be a real dandy!
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Starting out it was almost pretty,
Main Street was wet and gritty…
One Forty-Six North
We all sallied forth,
It really slowed down near the city!
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Bumper-to-bumper, three lanes,
The weaving ones trying to make gains…
The only one moving
Was the “fast” lane, behooving
My moving into that lane.
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Overall it took two hours, plus,
Normally forty minutes, no fuss…
With most of the time
Within city lines,
Going home will see a frozen crust!
—Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 