In Flight : Minor Rewrite

Dead grass,

Bare trees,

Nothing as depressing as these,

Except the gray sky,

Dark clouds climbing by,

Racing away with the stolen sun.

Dead grass,

Bare trees,

Everywhere one sees,

Yellow and browning scenery,

Overwhelming the tired eye,

Hope follows the leaves blowing by,

As far South, on chill wind,

Toward warm greenery,

They fairly will themselves to fly.

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Linda T. Nov 11, 2008, 1:34am EST

Makes me long to be a bird who can fly south for the winter

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Kathleen ♥ L. Nov 11, 2008, 1:58am EST

Definitely the pre-winter blues!

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Kay & Snowy Cat Nov 11, 2008, 8:59am EST

How about that "looking forward to the renewal of spring" part, Ron?

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Barbary Chaapel Nov 11, 2008, 9:13am EST

Ah, a dirge of seasonal disorder?

Well written, Ron. Let's fly away in our imaginations.

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Ron (in complete sheeple overload) W. Nov 11, 2008, 11:18am EST

I used to be based out of Edgemont, Jim, with the high line to Deadwood as part of my territory. It snows serious in that country, I know. Went from 70 degrees to seven foot of snow in less than sixteen hours in '93, if I remember right. Digging down seven foot to set frogs to rerail a car was a serious pain, and damn cold work. Beautiful country, but a well stocked pantry to weather out the weather would have to be a priority if you lived there, lol.

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Ron (in complete sheeple overload) W. Nov 11, 2008, 12:11pm EST

Yeah, those guys sit on their keesters for hours and hours, normally, but if you lug an F knuckle down half a 110 car coal train just one time, the appeal of the job lessens immeasurably, that's for sure, lol.

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Ron (in complete sheeple overload) W. Nov 11, 2008, 5:35pm EST

lol

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Melanie B. Nov 13, 2008, 6:14pm EST

~Thank you for sharing your article with us at, "The Graveyard Hours."
A ten I leave you~ To help you reach your Gather goal..

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Mary (diet dr pepper junkie) T. Nov 15, 2008, 9:36am EST

another bluesy poem by Ron....try to lessen the depression by remembering Winter is just downshifting...it's taking on a winter blanket before it renews. Soon it will be green again.

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