Along With Time, It Will Change Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Dandelions blooming in January,
A weed common to summer time,
Our climate is changing,
A thought in many minds.

The lakes are not frozen,
No ice skaters anywhere,
As fifty - degree temperature,
Create the feeling in the air.

Is it just A mild winter.
Warmer than most that have passed our way,
Or accept we are in A melting pot,
Cold winters are memories of past days.

Nothing in this life stays the same,
Often, we have to rearrange,
The weather is no different,
Along with time, it will change.









© Tom Maxwell 1/03/07