I’m feeling really beat and battered by the heat.
A dip in a pool that could make me feel real cool
Would bring me such relief, from my head to my feet!
I hate to complain about the frying of my brain,
‘Cause soon summer will be old, and I’ll be sitting in the cold.
That’s just what I get for living here in Maine.
There is a price to pay for living where they say,
“The way life should be;” away from the insanity—
Far from “Carmageddan” and removed from the fray.
Though the wind may huff and blow, there’s seldom a tornado.
We may suffer spring muds, but there’s no devastating floods.
And we can expect that in autumn, the forests turn calico.
Yes every September, the leaves change color, you remember.
Who could not recall the glory that is fall?
That prettiest time of year that is with us ‘til November.
Then all the colors go, to be followed by the snow.
We put away the bicycles and contend with the icicles.
As we shovel, slip and slide, we know that, too, will go.
Winter's end will bring the month of April and our spring.
And each new bud in bloom will chase away our gloom,
For we will know once again, warm days are in the offing!
An original poem by Eva Gallant