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Daylight Savings Time

The sparrows don't know 
we're saving daylight,
still rising at the same hour.
Hearing squirms of worms, 
their wings take flight.
Over nature man has no power.

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Silent One

November 4, 2019 at 2:48 PM

they dont.. they just go one with their business....

Juliet Ligon

November 4, 2019 at 8:50 PM

Yep, nature's completely oblivious to our time change invention.

Juliet Ligon

November 4, 2019 at 8:48 PM

Was just reading about Daylight Savings Time and found out we are now back to standard time (fall back). So now we're back to "normal." I'd always referred to both as "Daylight Savings Time." Oh well, a poem for spring.

Line Gauthier

November 4, 2019 at 5:18 AM

Good one, Juliet.

Juliet Ligon

November 4, 2019 at 8:46 AM

Thanks, Line.

Sandra Adams

November 4, 2019 at 5:06 AM

I love this. Never enjoyed the time changes it messes with me like the sparrow my body wants the same routine I feel man has no right. Good penning my friend :). Our poem on my page is getting much feedback. You may go thank them if you want :) hugs

Juliet Ligon

November 4, 2019 at 8:42 AM

I actually like daylight savings time because I need that extra hour of sleep this time of year, but my body still wakes me up somewhere in-between the hour. That's exciting about our poem! I took a peak at the comments. Thanks again, Sandra. Poetic hugs.