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Spring has sprung ... like a crouching, hungry tiger.

As I write this half the country is still stuck in the snow, and the other half's getting tornadoes, so you have to wonder why spring didn't start on April Fool's Day this year. Over winter COVID kept us on our toes--and more specifically, on our couches. On a personal level I lost my brother at the end of January, and as we speak my wife and I are fighting bad head colds--still not as bad as the coronavirus, though.

Just the same, it was a long, cold winter, and just seeing the days get longer cheered me up some. I don't have much new writing news for you, but I have been writing, and I hope within the next few months to have some news on upcoming projects. Writing, of course, is hardly a spectator's sport. You might enjoy reading what I write, but I'd be willing to bet watching me write it wouldn't be all that interesting.

So while I was wondering what to give you this month, I stumbled across a blog I wrote back in early 2018, before many of you showed up to my warm and comfy corner of the internet. (Here, have some hot chocolate. Snuggle with the dog.) It featured a song I wrote.

I did TOO..

 
Well, there was the one in my family who didn't seem to mind the cold. In fact, sometimes he'd just lay there in the snow and refuse to come in, which greatly frustrated the very cold people trying to get him to "get in right now, you mutt!"
It's not a great song ... but then, I'm not a great song writer. First, I meant it to be humorous, but it comes off as kind of depressing; chalk that up to the weather and being sick then, too. Second, it's a song, and I was hearing the music in my head while writing the words (It has a country vibe). But I can't play it for you because I can't write music ... and it probably won't work as well as a poem.

I should hold some contest, like: If I sell thirty books by the end of April, I'll post a video of me singing this. But that might lead to negative sales. "For Heaven's sake, don't sing! I'm sending your books back to you."
I call it: Singing Up a Spring.

(I'm not a great at titles, either.)



I like to ride in the countryside
just to take in spring.
The flower blossoms, birds at play
and all the greening things.

But this year I've come to realize
something that's made me sad.
We won't get a spring this year
'cause we've all been too bad.

Yeah, we've all been too bad this year,
we just can't get along.
We fight and fuss and disagree
Even as the days get long.

Mother Nature said "Screw you!"
"I'll just evaporate."
So winter just won't end this year;
she left us to our fate.

So now the temp's below average
just like all our moods.
Plants are brown and grass is dead,
let's face it--we're all screwed.

Our tulips won't come up this year,
They're underneath a drift.
The robins are hitchhiking south,
their frozen wings won't lift.

Yes, we've all been too bad this year,
we don't deserve the spring.
Mosquitoes can't come out in this,
it's frostbite that'll sting.

Mother Nature said "Stuff it!"
and left us all to freeze.
so winter just won't end this year,
no flowers, birds, or bees.

So let's all try to get along,
we just don't have to fight.
At this rate our nice summer
will become a year long night.

It's not that we all must be friends,
but hatred hurts our souls.
If we don't make up by Christmas
At least we can heat with coals.

True, we've all been too bad this year,
and spring will never come
if we don't get our butts in gear
and stop being so dumb.

Mother nature said "I'm done!"
and winter's staying strong.
So dig back out your salt and plows ...
or try to get along.

 
 
 
I think I can, I think I can ...
 
It's so quiet, you can hear a tree drop.
 
Hey, it's spring, let's take a walk ... never mind.
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