Summer's lake now solid and cold
June's leaves now old and dry
As gray streams pass through frigid sky
Birds should fly for tropics
here in wind hold tight to their sticks
but birdy's trick can pay
with sun on wing that first spring day

Winter's end foretold
by two peculiar items
Woodchuck and Football

Counter to reports
Which place it's chance near zero
A lone snowflake falls

It's been awhile since I've been here
A lot has changed for sure
For one I've no yellow lightning bolt
and my message box is pure

I plan on writing here again
my sometimes strangish prose
If I do it who's to say
but that's the way it goes

If you give a man a fish
He'll eat for a day
but
If you teach a man to fish
he'll eat his whole life.

If you give a man a Twenty
He'll eat for a day
but
If you teach him how to print his own Twenties
He'll most likely be arrested
and sent to a Corporate Penal Profit Center

If I were beaten down one day, what would I do?
I would get angry and
defensive.
I would stand up and fight for myself.
Wouldn't I.

If I were beaten down one week, what would I do?
I would stand on trembling legs,
strong.
I would stand up for myself.
Wouldn't I?

If I were beaten down one month, what would I do?
I would pull myself upright,
wobbling.
But I would stand, for myself.
Wouldn't I?

If I were beaten down one year, what could I do?
I could stand, perhaps leaning against a wall,
wondering.
But I could still stand.
Couldn't I?

If I were beaten down for decades, what should I do?
I should stand or at least sit upright,
take a breath.
I should rest perhaps close my eyes.
Shouldn't I?

If I were beaten down for centuries, what could I do?