WATERLOGGED…(KIND OF A PRAYER TO THE GODS OF WINTER)

OKAY, OLD MAN WINTER, WE APPRECIATE YOUR BEAUTY,

SNOW & SLEET & ICE IS REALLY QUITE NICE,

BUT WHERE WE LIVE, IN THIS CAMPGROUND HERE,

THERE IS MORE WATER THAN WE KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH,

THE GRASS, THE TREES, FLOWERS, BUSHES & HUMANS,

DO NEED WATER TO LIVE, TO FLOURISH, TO BE WHAT WE ARE,

BUT TO BE WATERLOGGED, I THINK, IS A GOING A BIT TO FAR.

US HUMANS CAN’T WALK OFF THE ROADS OR PATHS,

AS THE WATER IS TOO DEEP FROM A DAY OF RAIN, DO THE MATH,

I LIVE IN THIS MOTORHOME, BUT YEARN,

AS NOW I DON’T HAVE TO, FOR THAT BOAT,

AS MY MOTORHOME IS SURROUNDED BY A MOAT,

TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE, SO TO SPEAK.

STILL WE SEEM TO BE LEVEL,

THE OLD WRECK WE LIVE IN,

THE WATERLOGGED GROUND NOT AFFECTING OUR BEVEL,

BUT WE STILL THINK, HEREIN, THAT WE HAVE HAD ENOUGH WET,

FOR THIS AND THE COMING SEVERAL YEARS,

WHERE DOES IT ALL GO?

AS THE GROUND IS SOGGY,

THE AQUIFER IS OVER FILLED,

THE CREEK ONLY 50 FEET AWAY IS RUNNING SO FAST,

I HAVE MY DOUBTS ABOUT THE STRENGTH OF THE QUAY.

SO A FEW DAYS OR A WEEK WITH NO MORE WATER FROM THE SKY,

WOULD SURELY HELP TO ALLAY,

OUR FEARS OF BEING WASHED AWAY,

JUST SO MUCH FLOTSOM & JETSOM IN THE RIVER OF LIFE,

PLEASE, OLD MAN WINTER, BRING NO MORE WATER FOR NOW,

AND YOU WILL DIMINISH, HEREIN, A GREAT DEAL OF STRIFE…

                                                                                         (ED)