“Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” (1) (Winter)

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Nov. 12th. Minnesota. 62 Degrees?

That’s it. I’ve had it.

Hook Patti Beagle up.

We’re goin’ out there, girl.

 

Daughter Dawn would be really pissed off

If she knew we were pulling a fast one, He, he.

What your kids don’t know, don’t hurt ‘em.

The old codger’s got a few tricks left.

 

Enough of cabin fever

Before it’s time has come.

Five weeks in a sling.

Screw it, We’re outta here.

 

Saw a V of Canada geese headin’ south

Honking in derision.

As if to say

So long, suckers.

 

Saw a pile of deer scat.

Reminds me. Son Steve is still hunting up north.

2nd weekend & no sign of deer.

Heaven help us; he’s praying for snow.

 

I managed quite well, though tired.

I can handle the ‘Ol hound dog,

Nose to the ground,

With one arm as well as two.

 

Here in Minnesota, a day like this

Is too precious to waste.

The days grow too short.

“Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.” (1)

 

(1) – Dylan Thomas.

 

 

 

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