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Mar 2023
Lawrence Hall
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                                                 Wake Up, Back Yard!

Wake up, back yard! The day is warm and bright
The water hoses are stiff, the nozzles are fouled
And I’m stiff too, but we are called by the morning light
To celebrate this spring-before-spring day

Brave seedlings from last year’s sunflowers arise
Among the tiny wings of zinnia buds
And the pushy skunk cabbages who hang around
Like playground bullies who ought to go find jobs

The yellow pollen teases through my nose
And everywhere this happy new year grows!
Thanks to everyone for your thoughtful responses. I always attempt to reply, but this site often locks up and does not permit a response.

Life in the past few months has been adventures in hospitalizations and ER visits, so I've seldom been at the keyboard. While I'm here, I must say how wonderful the new generation of physicians, nurse-practitioners, RNs, LVNs, CNAs, technicians, cleaners, food servers, and other caregivers of all sorts are.

And they sure have to put up with too much ****, especially the sometimes violent ne'er-do-wells (am I permitted to say that?) who crowd the ERs demanding takeway drugs
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