Original bad poetry by Some Blogging Guy
Spring has rolled ashore
The humid air clings to my pores
The fierce rays warm my exposed skin
And the crack of the baseball bat resounds
Spring has rolled ashore
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This Sunday, only April the 10th 2011 in South Florida,
Summer has unpacked her bags.
She stumbled off the train each arm loaded with suitcases,
her big floppy hat askew,
lipstick too, and bounded into town.
She won’t be leaving until Halloween,
a decent six months hence.
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There are numerous ways I can detect Summer in South Florida, besides small dogs melting along the sidewalks and roofs of cars bursting into flames.
The sun has drifted further north in the mornings. A mere month ago as I drove due east on Pines Boulevard in the morning to work she lay flat ass on the highway. Now she has wandered about a quarter block north no longer blocking traffic.
My left foot is itching, a sign of my summer athletes foot battle to begin.
My skin and pores have that “muggy” sensation that forces me to take two showers each day.
A small knot of cars are parked at Joe Robbie Stadium in the afternoons as I drive home, a signal that Baseball has begun.
But perhaps one of the other signs of summer is the rebirth occurring in nature. Caught these photos yesterday and today. Enjoy.
Baby Mockingbirds waiting for their mother to feed them. They are virtually all mouth at this age.
Monarch caterpillars are munching the leaves of the milk weed, preparing to embark upon their transformational journey into Butterflies.
This plant has at least five caterpillars in view…
This is a caterpillar for the large black butterflies. I forget their names…poly something another.
A collection of scrotum, no,I mean Dutchman Pipe flowers…
Peace out.
Some Blogging Guy
