We have a sort of tribe I guess
We're called the Shattered Oakies
If you receive the one fingered salute
one of us it just might be...

We laugh we fight we hang around
sometimes we can be seen
to do something respectable
to honor king or queen

But mostly we're just plain old folk
We know how to have fun
though 20 years to reach this point
the best times have just begun.
posted by:
Erik
Wisconsin
  • The sun it doth rise
    and the sky's shining blue
    we are left wondering
    what is to do

    too early to plant
    to late to go sledding
    and were pretty bored
    curled up in the bedding

    spring fever is here
    we all have our share
    and it only gets worse
    when the weather is fair

    so start making plans
    to fill the whole season
    ere autumn returns
    and you remember the reason
  • As long as the odds
    remain the same
    people continue
    to play the game

    through winning and loss
    the value is not
    the collection of things
    you have or not got

    It's the game itself
    you've come to enjoy
    whether you're skilled
    or it is just a toy

    the important thing is to play
  • Winter leaves on broken wing
    Springtime birds now come to sing
    Grass and flower soon following
    Warmth is coming at last.

    In feckless humour he walks away
    Winter knows he cannot stay
    and even though his mood is grey
    He slowly fades from sight.

    Dancing in, shining bright
    rescuing us from our plight
    springtime spreads her beauteous light
    and smiles upon us all.
  • Whether rain or shining sun
    springtime has only begun
    while it snizzles* outside now
    winter takes yet one more bow

    but beneath the clouds of gray
    shades of green still grow today
    herbs and flowers sprouting strong
    grace our tables before long

    Robins return merrily
    geese fly north for all to see
    ice is melting far and wide
    and we're no longer stuck inside.


    * Snizzles - commonly thought of as a combination of the words snow and drizzles, it actually is an onomatopoeia of the sneezing sound made when it is inhaled directly when looking up to ask the gods "What the H#%$ is falling out of the sky now?".

    (subtext is a tribute to Terry Pratchet, keep writing as long as you can)

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