I did not catch a winter chill
while snowflakes glittered on Mac’s back,
white scattered stars against the black
of a good Lab pondering heel.
-Lynne
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Four Lines
I stretch my chair bound legs and still
my screen and exercise collide,
besides I heard it’s cold outside
and I could catch a winter chill.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Don’t make my back worse begs old age
and promise not to ride your bike
or drag me to that ten mile hike
until you’ve stretched our chair bound legs.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Youth, when health is last and play is first
believes we’re made of stainless steel
and never worried how we’d feel,
but age begs don’t make my back worse.</-Lynne
Four Lines
The Pats did drop their last ditch pass
and I was glad the Giants won,
but football is not as much fun
while play is first and health is last.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Vast place, light bulbs, closed sky, hard grass
under the dome of an oil drum,
we watched Giants in Colt kingdom
force the Pats to drop their last pass.
-Lynne
Four Lines
I long for sunshine on my face,
hot sand scorching my heels with heat,
waters to wade lapping my feet,
sun light, blue skies, soft sand, my place.
-Lynne
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Far summer seems too long to wait;
while the sun shines its cold comfort
and breezes freeze fingers for sport,
I long for sunshine on my face.
-Lynne
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I feel distinctly second rate
when winter skies are overcast.
Spring breezes surely come full blast
but summer seems too far to wait.
-Lynne
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Cold winter escapes do create
old memories of summer sun,
but thoughts of warm sand are no fun
and feel distinctly second rate.
-Lynne
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