A Northern hemisphere poet i am
in winter cold, summer heat,
technology has taken my words around the world
i'll remain where i was born.
in january snow, frozen water
april showers, colorful flowers;
spring off to summer heat
fall leaves golden, falling, crackling,
thanksgiving then christmas
'til the end of the year
when begins another.
short days to long ones.
good sun, wobbling earth
summer for baseball
winter for snow balls and ice skating -
cycle long and short days.
when hundreds of years asleep at near light speed
to another planet, new ways to learn;
leave me the old fashion ways
in days i know...where i'm from.
through the silent halls of time
i'll take mine as i know them;
now before you go off in a flash,
one thing, please, take out the trash.
