His Weather Eye Poem by Margaret O Driscoll
His Weather Eye
'Clouds like wooly sheep' he said
'means it will stay clear'
His weather eye still accurate
as it has been year after year
He doesn't check weather charts
but the direction the wind blows
In tune with mother nature
he predicts heatwaves and snows
He forecasts the weather
by wildlife, by the sky
More reliable than a satellite
Is his experienced weather eye
Some people really have the knack of predicting the weather. Lovely poem Margaret :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/23/2024 5:55:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah, the weather eye of a weathered one who has survived many seasons and surely tuned in to the wisdom of the ancestors, too. Love the rhymes and how the poem very directly makes the point of how the human sensitivity and sense are superior to the fancy satellite technology. Case in point - the weather people predicted a day of rain and cold here today and it was sunny and warm instead. Now that El Nino is doing his thing, I'm guessing about the weather by sticking my head out the window in the morning and taking it from there. Thanks for this thoughtful read and for chronicling a wise person's ways from whom much can be learned.
Thank you Liilia, 'the weathered one', very apt, it's wise to be 'tuned in to the wisdom of the ancestors', glad you liked this, hope the weather there is kind to you! !