I always watch the weather news
before I make my daily plans.
What I see on my walk just proves
my brain’s much more advanced than man’s.
My raingear’s perfect for this day;
I’m snug and dry from head to toe,
Some people have been caught off-guard.
I see them running to and fro.
Sans umbrella and overshoes,
they’re soaked. “DUH! What did you expect?”
I say to them. “If you were smart,
like me, your day would not be wrecked!”
“What is this strange place we find ourselves in
trapped in the open we are free within”
The speedboat skipped like a stone on the lake,
The Commander took charge for the crew’s sake.
If the patient died there’d be hell to pay,
But the surgeons fawned when he saved the day.
“War thundered and whined around the dugout”,
Yet the Captain strode on with a brave shout.
His wife brought him down from his fond muse -
“Walter Mitty, where are your overshoes?”
March 20, 2022
Penguins sure walk funny, funny they do
Waddling side to side, feet like orange overshoes
Why were they made like that
Why weren't they made like cats
Or screech when you step on their wazoo
I woke this mornin' anticipatin' a steamin' cup o' joe,
But peerin' out the winder I saw piles and piles of snow!
My, oh my, how I pined to live in sunny Arizony,
But no, the missus insisted we retire in Colorady!
I would've much preferred to continue my cozy snooze,
But duty called so I donned my mackinaw and overshoes.
For a while that savory cup o' java I must forego,
And attack the mounds of blowin' and driftin' snow!
Facin' me was three foot drifts of that fluffy stuff.
I knew I was in for a challengin' huff and puff!
Neighbors greeted each other with frosty hellos,
Then all dug in with shovels and flyin' elbows!
I had the sidewalk and driveway very nearly cleared,
When comin' around the bend, a roarin' truck appeared!
'Twas the county snow removal guy and with a silly grin,
Heaped snow back upon my driveway much to my chagrin!
After a couple of cups of coffee that I had consumed,
I agin tackled the drive which needed to be exhumed!
This snow shovelin' thing was sure gettin' out of hand,
But I reckon I could be in Arizony shovelin' driftin' sand!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Endless days of gray and drizzle
Bumbershoots constantly at the ready
Constantly we pull on our overshoes
And break out once again the slicker
Suddenly and brilliantly the sky appears blue
We peer with shaded and squinted eyes
Marveling at the sheer, elegant beauty
In Washington, spring has finally arrived
I woke this mornin' anticipatin' a steamin' cup o' joe,
But peerin' out th' winder, I saw piles an' piles uv snow!
My oh my, how I pined to live in sunny Arizony,
But no, spouse insisted we retire in snowy Colorady!
I would've much preferred to continue my cozy snooze,
But duty called so I donned my mackinaw an' overshoes.
Fer a while that savory cup uv java I must forego,
An' attack th' mounds uv blowin' and driftin' snow!
Facin' me wuz three foot drifts uv that fluffy stuff.
I knew I wuz in fer a formidable huff an' puff!
Neighbors greeted each other with frosty hellos,
Then all dug in with shovels and flyin' elbows!
I had th' sidewalk an' driveway very nearly cleared,
When comin' 'round th' bend a roarin' truck appeared.
Wuz th' county snow removal guy an' with a silly grin,
Heaped snow back on the driveway much to my chagrin!
After a couple uv cups uv coffee that I had consumed,
I agin tackled th' drive which needed to be exhumed!
This snow shovelin' thing is sure gittin' out uv hand,
But I reckon I could be in Arizony shovelin' driftin' sand!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
A cold and crispy morning
North wind swirling all around.
Ice on the sidewalk
which my feet have found.
My ears growing numb
my fingers touch the cold
creaking from the ground
my feet can scarcely hold.
Frost on the car's glass;
Winter breath has finely come.
Snow will be here quickly
bring joy to everyone.
Ice through the parking lot
clings to every car
giving grief to all of us
who have to travel far.
Such beauty in the white
such pain in the cold
caught without my overshoes
or my winter coat,
so I stop for a moment
amazed by this crystal shell
and noticed there was nothing
old man winter couldn’t sell.
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