Perhaps there’s no snow,
No manger scene, nor ‘ho, ho, ho’,
Yet noses are red and spirits are high
Charged by the sun in this hot July.
No, not nipped by Jack Frost
Although to read Robert Frost
‘Neath the starry, summer sky
Is plenty happiness if I should die.
To be immersed in words of Thoreau
Feels as good as ‘neath the mistletoe,
To pray for peace in every land,
This thought in every grain of sand
On every beach along the shore.
But I’d be greedy, I’d ask for more.
To unwrap tales of Saki – H.H. Munro,
To douse the heat with a little Poe,
O. Henry’s climax, Twain’s satire
Give me joy on this earth afire,
A few delights by James Thurber
As the sun is setting by now, for sure.
I’d like to think if we should pass,
We’d greet each other like in mass,
A gift in this season on holiday,
Near, far, even if at home you stay.
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Note: Check out Cindy Knoke’s post, which inspired me to spend time with Thoreau.