Basket of beans, chocolate galore
As you’re hopping away, please give me some more.
The candy is fine, I’d eat it all if I could,
Chewing and chomping it tastes so damn good.
So as I sit and I eat and stuff more in my face,
I hope that next year the bunny stays out of my place!
The date has passed, the calendar says that it’s here,
Spring has sprung and you have nothing to fear.
But as I look at the ground still covered in white,
I think to myself, “well this can’t be right.”
So I feel the air and look to the sky,
Could they be wrong? Could they have lied?
I want to be out, out on the trail,
Where the grass is greener, even at the pace of a snail.
Step after step, I walk on the ground,
My footsteps advancing, the only fair sound.
But instead here I sit, and the trail grows old,
It will soon be warm, or so I’ve been told.
They say that teachers wait all year for the summer,
Because the cold days of January are always a bummer.
And since I’m a teacher where the snow always falls,
I anxiously await that magical call.
But to get that call, the timing must be just right,
The snow needs to falling well into the night.
So when it is snowing, I sit by the phone,
Hoping and hoping that I’m not alone.
When the call finally comes and much to my dismay,
It’s not a day off, but a two hour delay!
The end of the year is just two days away,
It’s soon to be history I’m happy to say.
A year full of ups and a year full of downs,
With many more smiles than awfully sad frowns.
At work or at home, the time has gone fast,
But with January upon us, it most certainly won’t last.
The time will slow to a horrible crawl
Waiting for spring and its inevitable call.
So wherever you stand with regards to the new year,
It’s going to happen, don’t have any fear!
Turkey day is less than a week away.
No work, sleep late and eat goodies all day.
Dreams of stuffing, potatoes, cranberries and bread,
Have invaded my brain and are filling my head.
I know I can wait, it’s only six more long days,
Then Tom Turkey and I will have a parting of ways.
My heart is indeed heavy and I feel kind of sad,
What did he do to me, to be treated so bad?
Well, it isn’t my fault that he will look so darn yummy,
Carved up on the plate, on the way to my tummy.
So what can I do and what can I say,
To make time go faster to get to that day?
It’s a ghoulish day much to the kids delight,
Dressed up and made up in all hopes to fright.
As they wait and wait for the sun to set,
A ton of candy they are planning to get.
As they walk down each street, eyes wide open and scared,
They look in their bags to see how they’ve fared.
But as they search through each bag, they aren’t looking around,
At the number of ghouls that are soon to be found.
Lurking behind trees and searching for prey,
The kids they saw nothing, and had nothing to say.
But as the first ghoul came forth and made himself known,
The children themselves were chilled to the bone.
So they took off running, screaming with a great deal of fright,
Only to come out again on the next Halloween night!
March, April, May and June,
The end to which could not come to soon.
School is out and the summer is here,
I can get back to hiking without any fear.
I haven’t been blogging, and that is a shame,
The work piled up and I have no one to blame.
But now that it’s over and there is time to be had,
The blogging resumes and for this I am glad.
So as you now read this, please forget the bad rhymes,
The summer is here hopefully full of good times!
Please join me as I get back on the trail,
Blogging my hikes with pictures and tales….
Here in the northeast of the US we are about to get slammed by a Nor’easter this Tuesday and Wednesday. Here is a short piece of rhyming poetry to usher it in:
In a couple of days time a nor’easter will blow,
The weatherman is telling a tale of woe.
The wind will be whipping and a cold snow will be falling,
The cruel hand of Boreas soon will be calling.
And as much as I love the soft fluffy white,
Two feet of snow is more of a blight.
So as I sit and ponder the storm,
The coming of spring can’t be the norm,
But the new season will soon be here, that much is true,
A bright crisp green landscape and fresh air anew.
So look out your window and enjoy winters last breath,
As we move hand in hand celebrating its death.
I’ve written and photographed to two ninety ninety nine,
I’m at the cusp of three hundred on this fun blog of mine.
As I hike and I walk and take pictures galore,
Do I have the stamina for three hundred more?
As long as I breathe and can take a long hike,
It’s my poems and my pictures I hope you’ll still like.
(I read this to my son and he said “You sound like a hippy Dr. Seuss.”)
As I sit at work and think of spring,
The warmer days and the hikes it will bring,
I dream of the trail and not of the cold,
Leaves on the trees, a scene to behold,
I know that day will be here, no time to lament,
Of harsh winter nights, awaitng springs soft sweet scent.
The Zen Hiker 