By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
Perhaps dear old Puddleglum, who burnt his feet
When stamping out the fires of wickedness
Made a fine new year’s resolution with
“I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can.”
A January lawn is a desert of desiccated leaves
Winter winds driving them as desolate dunes
Shoaling against the oaks who gave them life
Then in the autumn watched them fall to their deaths
Croakery crows almost seem to splash among them
Searching out seeds and corn and kitchen scraps
In beak to nose confrontations with squirrels
Darwinians struggling upon the sleeping earth
A January lawn is a desert of desiccated leaves
As winter winds batter my window eaves
Addendum:
(Each line is framed with a cough or a sneeze
And fever one minute followed by a freeze
And a wheeze!)
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