muddy days

Now that it’s suddenly decided to get all cold and rainy again, I’m reminded what lies in waiting for the coming spring weekends… MUD. That’s right, folks. Soggy, slurpy, boots-sinking-5-inches-deep, mucky, brown MUD.

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the day after xmas [a poem]

Twas the day after Christmas And the house…it was COLD. They’d spent days up north Where the snowy winds blowed. But home on the farm had surprises in mind And they came to the cabin, where something else they did find. Their breath they could see As they lit up a fire And drank whiskey…

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