GRAY NOVEMBER SKIES

I hope you enjoyed and were perhaps moved by the article I shared last

week, titled, "Town Barns." (yes, I know; calender was just a typo -should

have been calendar.) This week's offering is, in comparison, a bit wispy

and less consequential, but nevertheless one that I want to share before

this month gets away from us. I have always believed that sunshine and

blue skies are inordinately esteemed and celebrated by TV meteorologists

as well as the common populace. Because gray skies and cold temps

take me back to my childhood in Ohio, I have penned my thoughts and affections

for a certain time of year.

So, I give you "Gray November Skies."

I will never despise

Gray November skies

Or the trees that stand bare

Or the chill in the air

They take me back to a time

When life was so sublime

Friends and football in the yard

Visiting grandma on the farm

Raking leaves for a buck or two

Then off to the dime store for a snack or chew

On a cold day, but never gloom

Reading classics in my room

Ivanhoe that Saxon knight

I was with him in the fight

Robin Hood, you took me in

I was one of your Merry Men

You can have your Aprils, Mays and Junes

With pretty flowers all abloom

Keep your Julys, Augusts and Septembers

I've got something to remember

So thank you once again, November my friend

For the rare gift that you yearly send

Reflect, reminisce, enjoy . . .