Thursday, November 20, 2003
Sonnet 5
Walking alone in the cold rain one eve,
I came to a man, huddled ‘neath a tree.
I questioned him, “Good sir, why are you here?”
He said, “To see the turning of the year.”
I retorted, “Why, that’s ridiculous!”
“It’s not that bad,” he said, “Why all the fuss?”
I raised my voice, “My dear man, don’t you know?
We’ve just seen the last of the falling snow!”
To this he replied with a simple nod
And firmly planted his feet in the sod.
“I know this well my good friend. But you see
millions of people, right here will they be.
And I will be here, proudly standing tall,
For I will have the best seat of them all!”
-R
Walking alone in the cold rain one eve,
I came to a man, huddled ‘neath a tree.
I questioned him, “Good sir, why are you here?”
He said, “To see the turning of the year.”
I retorted, “Why, that’s ridiculous!”
“It’s not that bad,” he said, “Why all the fuss?”
I raised my voice, “My dear man, don’t you know?
We’ve just seen the last of the falling snow!”
To this he replied with a simple nod
And firmly planted his feet in the sod.
“I know this well my good friend. But you see
millions of people, right here will they be.
And I will be here, proudly standing tall,
For I will have the best seat of them all!”
-R
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