In winter when the white flakes blow
With cold above but warmth below
When rain doth follow all that snow
Where does the water have to go?
Lake Resch
At willows base below the mound
When skies are dark and storms abound
There is a spot where can be found
Much liquid pooling on the ground
Lake Resch
If this were Summer Spring or Fall
No touch of rain would hurt at all
But with white walls of snow so tall
The deposit left we have to call
Lake Resch
Some warmer weather comes to tease
With leafless trees in gentle breeze
But cold returns to chill and freeze
And lo so truly my eye sees
Lake Resch
Perhaps we'll move so far away
To temperate climes and live one day
Where wintry skies are blue not gray
What would be missed? I'd have to say
Lake Resch
2 comments:
I'm hoping that I was looking at your pool or otherwise I think you have some major problems in your backyard. Also saw your pix from Cayman Islands. Looks like you had a great time as long as you weren't intending to play tennis.
That corner was worse when we moved in. The willow is there to drink the water but my neighbors got rid of all their trees. One even got rid of all foliage and put in cement. The water gets drunk by the willow but it takes time. I even have a dry well underneath.
But it is the farthest point from the house so it is not a problem. And it is still nice to have Lake Resch occasionally and friends to read about it as well.
Grand Cayman was very nice and it would even be better if I had a job to come back to!
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