Well I guess its that time of year. Around here I see nothing but these orange barrels everywhere I drive. So for all of you driving the Orange Barrel slalom course, this is your song.
summer
American Pastime
Here is to an American Pastime, something I use to look forward to as a kid with my friends in my old neighborhood. Sitting around listening to Brewer Games on the Radio. Here are a few of the ball fields, I would love to go to. Baseball means Summer is here (almost).
PNC Park – Pittsburg, PA
Great American Ballpark – Cincinnati, Ohio
Fenway Park – Boston, MA
Comerica Park – Detroit, MI
Busch Stadium – St. Louis, MO
Changing Seasons
Waiting around the house
Watching through a dirty window
Seeing the trees barren swaying in the breeze
Mud and brown grass covers the ground
Birds flying grabbing twigs to make their nests
Snow melted away, temperatures slowly begin to rise
Sun filters through the clouds
Feeling in my mind that spring and summer will soon be here
Sun rays warming my face as I look outside
Thinking in my mind of all that will come with the new season
What am I contemplating…
All the things I need to fix, clean and do and excited about it all
Climbing on the roof to clear out the gutters and remove the sticks
Raking up the leftover fall leaves
Cleaning up the bushes and getting the mower ready for the grass
Am I crazy to look forward to all this stuff
Probably, but hey I am that way
Of course I can do without the mosquitos and all the other bugs
So here is to spring and here is to summer
May they be full of fun and times of adventure
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Late Nights
Clock strikes midnight
A time most begin to fright
But I alas is the time for me to hit the hay
Staying up late
Is becoming harder to take
When I was a young man I would start my nights late
As I grow older if find it hard to stay awake
Now midafternoon is my time
Not too early and not too late
Of course I try to prevent this fate
I try an afternoon nap
I sleep in late
All to no avail
As summer comes and the sun’s setting becomes delayed
My need to go to sleep will be downplayed
So I guess it’s time to lay me down to sleep
Until my bladder makes we wake
But that’s another story all together
Winter
Cold bites at my face
Burning my skin in its embrace
Vapors rise from between my lips
Rising into the emptiness
Winds bring a harsh cold
Sending a chill deep into soul
A frosty wonderland
Blasting into me where I stand
Skies shown in a deep blue
A sharp crispness comes into view
Wishing that summer was here soon
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