Long Groundhogs Poems

What would it be like if you lived in paradise, what would it like if you didn’t have to work for the rest of your life? What would it be like if you could travel...

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Since 1886 thousands of people have been traveling to Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania every Groundhog Day to see if they’re in for 6 more weeks of winter or if spring is on its way.

Yesterday Phil the groundhog...

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Everyone has a story, 
of their favorite things to tell.
Nobody likes to talk about, 
those things that make them mad as hell.

So here are a few of the things ,
that really get me pissed.
I know...

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Placed strategically close 
to suburban hedgerows,
elderly backyard mavens 
nourish generations of groundhogs.

Daily the grass is seeded 
with 'Puffcorn Delites,'
bought wholesale from Costco, 

An elderly lady died last year. 
I see her at night,
as I take...

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Gently sloping emerald hills, 
Old, gray fences brightened by daffodils,
Majestic trees ready to burst into bloom,
Strangers smiling and waving at me.
That’s my Kentucky.

Gleaming horses peacefully grazing
Behind white fences,
Old, leaning barns speaking of tobbacco and history,
Spring...

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When I was but a boy
in the small village of Cold Springs,
I lived near a cantankerous old witch.
At least, that's what the gossip implied she was.
Her name was Almeda Hamilton, and she was a hoarder.
Of...

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Up in the attic
A little bit frantic 
Searching through all of the boxes

Where every holiday 
Is here on display 
Just hoping that I haven't lost it

Every year gone by now
I have saved all the sounds
To...

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Dandelions

" A weed!  Stomp it, spray it, eradicate it!"
That is what I hear about Dandelions.
No one wants to see their loveliness,
Think about all the good they can do.

Early in spring they brave the cold,...

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The clouds are playing games again,
   moving quickly by
   to reveal a deep dark stormy blue sky.
Fading in and out
   they sweep in returning
   blocking out the...

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Joy, breathless joy, sings to the robin, spring
Coloring hearts and heavens in wonder
Delighting souls with dazzling hues to bring
Raining light through lives who love the thunder

Despite miracles and peace, the flowers
Spring’s breath silences the glistening...

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If I were a goundhog I'd bloody well hide.
Groundhogs are just liars, they have no sense of pride.
They said that winter's over and spring is on it's way.
I think those stupid groundhogs were drinking on...

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Is everybody ready for that lying little rodent
to crawl out of his hole and predict an early Spring.
It doesn't matter what that liar says.
He's not a meteorologist, he doesn't know a thing.

Groundhogs are the center...

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Bold and brazen he comes lumbering across my garden paths
 determined to sample my tomatoes, squash, 
 a cucumber, a broccoli,  a pepper  or even flower.
 That solid, chubby interloper. 

Unlike the welcomed...

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Summer nears its end
   racing
   through the weeks now passed
with little left to do
  the garden 
  winding down and fading.
Autumn 
  peeks around the corner
  colors...

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GRASS

			Along the lawn I lie, my ease at noon,
			the sun warm on my back--
			or sometimes, in the lull of evening,
			amid tabletalk of worm and beetle,
			comes the keening of molespeech, 
			old groundhogs chuckling deep underground.
			And always,...

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A bisque sun on the windowsill, the early light smells of marigolds.
Beyond, the garden is as usual, a haven for cracked clay pots,
after windy nights there are yet more broken terracotta options.

Breakfast and the Broadwood...

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There will be moonbeams tomorrow,
and on them will ride
the ghostly images of one last summer evening.

Winter is roaring somewhere,
here it is creeping under the hedgerow,
catching groundhogs by surprise
as they shuffle out into the flakes and...

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I have seen the past come and go-
we all have.
I have seen the old be replaced
by the new –
we all have.
I have watched whole groundhog families
grow, thrive, and die
in one stretch of hedgerow,
I have and...

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Gorse rusts, brush burns its colors.
Time and it’s bustling creatures
curls now into pockets and vestibules.
Leaf doors open releasing sky to fall 
as they flame.

Hawk-watching crows gather in drifts;
see-through hedges appear, yet twigs
are still olive and...

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Two groundhogs, the focus of news,
Saw no shadows, according to crews
Who were filming to learn
What they’d hoped to discern
About how long we’d pay winter’s dues.

Lack of shadows means we should prepare 
For an earlier spring,...

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Two groundhogs seemed to disagree
And I am not surprised.
It’s hard to do your job
When so intently scrutinized.

Punxsutawney Phil did see
His shadow, and that means
Six more weeks of winter:
Keep those snow-blowing machines!

Staten Island Chuck emerged;
His shadow...

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Crazy rabbits chomping on my lettuce
Deer eating the flowers right down to their nubs
Woodpeckers drilling right through the siding
Armadillos rooting in search of grubs

Squirrels trying to climb down the chimney
Possums and racoon dumping out the...

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Oh, Oh.  They are at it again, coming out of the woodwork.
People from that past, after all these years.
Playing games, trying to cause harm.
Not wanting truth to come out.
Relentless they are with their conscience,
...

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