Tennessee pines swing like
Florida palms in the wind
that blows through the valley,
trash cans roll down beside homes
harmless critters sift remains,
birds flock to secret hideaways
carpenter bees squirm deeper
into the holes they made...
a polar wave will arrive someday
maybe two or three they say
swooping down through the
like an attacking Canadian
scrambling for recognition...
teetering on the edge, we stay
in our log cabins like Davy Crockett
before journeying to Texas to
defend a part of Americana...
grasping at straws we drink our
sweet teas from inside, looking out
out at nature having a little fun.
December 31, 2024
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