77 winters…..77
And each one snuck up on me
Caught me off guard
No rake, not enough leaf bags,
Too damn dark, too damn soon.
And the snowblower!!!!!
Dammit….gotta get fresh gas
Drain it, prime it …..and
Hope it starts
Before my shoulder gives out.
Maybe we won’t need it this year?
My new neighbors ask:
“why don’t you go to Florida?”
I laugh
As only a New Englander can
And reply….
“AND MISS ALL THIS!!!”
John G. Lawless
©11/21/2022
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