Dudes, spring is sprung. Wildlife is waking up, greenery popping out everywhere. What a time to be alive. Hey, and you don’t have to wear a mask. Hint, I don’t anyway. I’m tired of hypocrites telling me not to enjoy life; after a year, you should be too. So much for soapbox opera, back to my subject at hand. Such beauty is not to be hoarded, so one and all should share my sight even if on the page. Hope you like it.
YEA!
I sit high on top of a mountain
Look out on world’s valley below.
Creek runs away over yonder,
Memory I can take when I go.
Down there is the rickety old barn,
Good deal weathered, leaning some with time.
While I’m thinking all to myself,
This place don’t need nothing to rhyme.
There grazes a field full of cattle,
The whole bunch downright peaceful and slow.
Except for a few frisky youngsters,
Those small ones never walk, don’t you know.
To the summit of hilltop so high,
Dropping down into oh-so-green swale.
Life is on the rebound with springtime,
Gone are the snows and cold winter’s gale.
Then I get up from fine, lofty perch,
Quick lace up my boots, hitch up my pants.
To truck down the mountain for supper,
Leaving, I turn for quiet last glance.