THE LOONS
Time for the flowers to spring into colorful action.
The red-breasted robin looking for the nearest worms.
The loons have come back from their migratory direction.
They’re happily splashing doing dives and water dances.
The loons appear to stand up on the icy cold water
They’re once again falling in love on the lonely lake.
Their clumsy walk on land is nothing but graceful on water.
The loons’ eerie calls of wailing are keeping everyone awake.
The loons are getting ready to start their next generation.
The unforgettable echoes are back from the tuxedoed loon.
The loons are building their nest by the shoreline foundation.
The calm lake is reflecting the full light of the shivering moon.
Greg Zemlansky, Farmington
A VISIT TO THE DOC
May is here and that is swell, but I have another tale to tell.
I took a ride the other day.
I had a date to keep, the day was very pleasant as I passed by the streets.
I met three fine girls that day, they were a sight to see, I think their names were Shelby, Alexa and Brittany.
These were pretty ladies, but not who I came to see, he was the Doc and he said “hello” to me.
He checked me over pretty good, and then said “take a chair.”
And while I was waiting, suspense was in the air.
Finally, he came in the room, and he had a great big grin and he said “Kitty, you are pretty darned good for the shape you’re in.”
Kitty Gee, Chesterville
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