I wondered if the elements fought
Over which would start the show
March arrives and spring is wrought
Will it be rain,hail, or snow
The wind must be part of the mix
It waits in the wings to see
Gale, zephyr, it takes a fix
Hoping for a tempest, with glee
A gentle rain with just a breeze
Soon turns to hail then snow
Weird extremes causes freeze
While making traffic slow
Nature versus humanity unfair war
I hear wind laughing, rain dancing
I'm knocked about like a bumper car
Over my head reindeer are prancing
Until of course the rain turns to ice
Then I'm slip sliding like on ski's
Just when I think it's kinda nice
I skid out of control smashing trees
Enough of this stormy spring affair
Where weather is always the star
Going home with windblown hair
Being towed in my crippled car
etw
Note: The accident (not serious)
happened years ago, the poem
is now, after seeing the weather
in the mid-west where I used to live.
Love Tinka
God bless,
Tim
love holly
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
We definitely are no match for the elements.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, and prayers, Karla.
And yet, some still think we can best Mother Nature, but I don't think we ever will.
slip sliding around ;) Great Eileen, it
captures it to a T.
Air-conditioning is as cool as I want to be, especially after watching the weather back east this past winter.
Cute poem.
Elizabeth