YEARNING FOR MICHIGAN
I packed my bags and moved to Florida
nearly 20 years ago.
Now days I often reminisce
about that life I used to know.
As great as I find these winters,
it’s still so easy to say,
I miss the warming breeze in Michigan
along about the first of May.
I miss the changing of the seasons,
apple blossoms in the spring
and the greening of the grass,
as the birds begin to sing.
I miss that feeling of cleanliness
resulting from every early spring shower,
the sense that there’s a newness
and the scent of all the flowers.
I miss the loveliness of lilacs
and the smell of cherry blossoms,
the sight of pussy willows
and watching for that first robin.
I miss the farmers tilling the soil
after the frost has left the ground
and the feeling of new beginnings,
which seem to be happening all around.
Then, as the year progresses,
I miss the smell of new mown hay,
the music that the birds would make
as we start another new day.
Come spring, every thing turns green,
then comes June and then July.
Many of the fields turn golden
until they combine the wheat and rye.
Soon it’s high school football,
then maybe Indian Summer,
but February & March are coming,
lordy, lordy what a bummer.
I miss the changing of the leaves
and the variety of different “seasons,”
but if you wonder why I left
months 2 and 3 were my biggest reasons.
If a Michigan year was 10 months long
and I could chose which months to lose
February and March
would be the months I’d choose.
You’re nearly through the football season,
you’ve already hunted deer,
you’ve enjoyed your Christmas snow
and ushered in another new year.
You’ve seen all the college bowl games,
you’re looking forward to the Super Bowl,
now comes February and March
to drain your very soul.
Finally, along comes April,
the grass actually starts to green,
the snow has now all melted
and replenished every stream.
Soon the golf course beckons
and the grass needs to be mowed.
At times it’s really warm,
but as a whole its still quite cold.
We’re back to where we started
when I first reminisced.
Pretty much we’ve covered
most all those things I’ve missed.
I now live in paradise
with no plans for a permanent return,
but each and every spring
my heart still seems to yearn.
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Vegas is calling me now, I am leaving tomorrow on 7:20 plane with oldest daughter and her friend. Yeah Vegas, here I come. I love to travel and would do more if finances allowed. I am 66 years old and getting older each day and by the moment.