I love to enter this woods, night or day.
Now I'm on my mighty gas-powered 'sleigh'.
Of course my Yamaha requires a bit of snow,
and a driver who knows his/her woodsy way.
My snowmobile has no mind of its own,
doesn't need oats, nor beef from bone,
sees not the beauteous scenery I do see,
as I veer around a snow-surrounded stone.
But now my bladder, due to beer and cold,
needs relief, more often now that I am 'OLD'.
Midst swirling snowflakes I stop and empty it.
No one sees in darkness; no one will SCOLD.
My headlamps then show me the way
to steer, between the old oaks, my sleigh.
But first I gaze at stars and take a deep breath.
Forgive me Robert, as with YOUR poem I play.
(February 9th,2022)
I almost NEVER 'rate' poems on PH. I now rate this one: 5 Great job, Bri. I love this poem and I LOVE YOU/me. Hee hee. bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a brilliant work.......
'This is a brilliant work......'? Thanks. I planned it that way and got lucky. No, not really 'planned'. bri ;)
'This is a brilliant work.....' meant it to be and got lucky I guess. Thanks. : ) bri