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Spring has sprung, like the fella says, And I'm on the patio taking a whiz. It's four in the morning but I couldn't sleep, Quitting at just over eight hundred sheep. Winter seemed longer than the previous one, It started just after the Red Sox had won; November's storm knocked out the power, I had to blow bubbles to my fish every hour. The snow didn't leave until yesterday, And still a few patches are in the driveway. But back on The Hawk the coast is all clear, The trees' braced to grow a half inch this year. The brant fly inshore to feed during the day, Then chase the setting orange sun away. And stray cats surviving on Evan's old meat, Now have fresh vermin to capture and eat. The boats were all rumbling on Easter weekend, And were back out today after Saturday's wind. Catches look decent, for now at least, That mackeral and herring mix taming the beast. Some green heads are peeking up out in my yard, From underground bulbs that are pushing real hard; They remembered to set their watches ahead, And are using that hour to grow before bed. The yard's full of crap that the snow hid so well, With a nearby deer carcass starting to smell. The lawnmower's gassed and ready to mow; The barbeque's greased, ready to glow. But the evenings are cool and still have a bite, The morning ground shimmering with crystals of white. The curling brooms have all left the rink, Already some mumble, "7-iron, I think." Those Seaview sweethearts are back making grub, And teens will start hitting the beach for a rub. Everyone's mood is beginning to shift, As the warm weather coaxes our spirits to lift. We'll have a new bar, called 'District 34', And if Sculpin keeps at it, an adult toy store. Ken Anthony will lease out to a new face, A more profitable business at the old 'Tompa' place. My, how we've grown in just a short year! "Love comforteth like sunshine," to quote some Shakespeare. With luck, things will only get better with age, As we continue to post on this far-reaching stage. The Hawk Road sure had its share of disputers, Those dark Winter days we sat at our computers. But that bleak season's through and another's begun, And we should all let our beefs melt away with the sun. So as life springs up where nothing once was, Let's all take a minute to remember our cause: To offer each other the most we can give, And to make our small town the best place to live. "Forgetting in the damp and grey, That by and by the sun will shine; Sun will shine, by and by, The sun will shine." -Jill Dugeate |
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