Friday Funnies – Orange Barrels….

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.

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

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Great American Ballpark – Cincinnati, Ohio

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Fenway Park – Boston, MA

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Comerica Park – Detroit, MI

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Busch Stadium – St. Louis, MO

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Changing Seasons

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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


Picture Credit: Pixabay.com

 

Late Nights

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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

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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


Photo Credit: Rocketstock.com