Bards of the Sangamo 5-15-03
The first tornado or the last hard freeze --
I mark the dates in records that I keep,
No wind too cold, no drifted snow too deep
To calculate in inches or degrees.
I'm partial to a good storm, one where trees
Are tossed and barns leveled by winds that sweep
The prairie clean, howling while churchmen sleep --
Better the Real than dreams that slyly tease.
For years my wife's indulged my private bent
While she devours detective mysteries.
Though clues bestrew her lurid fantasies,
She never wonders what the author meant.
How strange these things that keep a marriage warm --
The blood-bespattered ax, the perfect storm!
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