The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Presidents' Day

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I had the day off, like I needed another day off after 5 snow days in the last two weeks, so we made the most of it. The temps warmed up enought for us to venture out and play in the snow. We began making a snow fort but got bored so we opted for a snowman. The boys named him....you guessed it....Ned. Don't know where that came from!





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Anonymous said…
The name Ned comes from that book titled "Snow". They make a snowman and name him Ned, the reason being, I believe, it's the only name that rhymes with "head".
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