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A feeling sorry poem. --- NOT!

Submitted: January 25, 2019

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Submitted: January 25, 2019



Wind-chimes dancing in the breezes

Composing tunes to the many gusts of wind.

I would like it to be,

But really, I cannot see

That this winter is going to be my friend.


It's dry here, caused by Santa Ana winds,

And the rain only falls when it pleases.

The word rain, for this region, is too bold

It's more like an elephant with a cold.

For we only see moisture when it sneezes.


My Winter-blooming Bush can't hold a flower

And it is a sad situation, day by day.

Each time a bloom comes about

The wind knocks it out

Then it lies on the ground and rots away.


Yes, it's winter in Southern California

And I guess that my complaints should not be.

There are many things to do, if you'd like to play,

And you can drive to your choice in one day;

To the mountain's snow, the lakes, or the sea.


But the fact is, there is always stipulations

And restrictions beat me down like a drummer.

For you see? It is winter, and I can't drive

To the mountains where my soul comes alive;

Having a Cast on your leg can be a bummer.



JE Falcon


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