Hello family, Hello poets
I’m still gone and you should know it
I’ve been basking in the sunshine
And I’m having fun and sleeping
With the moonshine
Helped my mom do crossword
puzzles
Watched reruns of Barney Rubble
Went to Dad’s house Fourth of July
Then escaped from Maine before the snow flies
Time to visit friends from Passions
Packed the car in Gypsy fashion
Said farewell to Cape Cod’s sand dunes
Hit the road and listened to some fine tunes
Spent some time with Lizzy Santos
Kindly lady and a grand host
Shared with me her home in Pottstown
Even brought me to a local hoedown
Took a trip to Jersey’s seashore
Met Denise and caused an uproar
Went to Caesar’s dined and played slots
Atlantic City’s now got all our ten spots
Then on to the land of magic
Thought I might just learn a new trick
I’ve been sunning in
the back yard
Playing Chess and Scrabble with our best bard
Wait a minute - where’d the sun go?
Skies are gray now and the winds blow
Things here sure are never boring
I was having a grand time but now it’s pouring
Send umbrellas I sure need one
Mops and towels – This is not fun
Being dry now would be better
Please my dear ones don’t ignore this letter
Chronicles
3
This lazy hazy
day
Will make me crazy in its way
My tent my solitude
Convention for six-legged dudes
105 –
that’s in the shade
My sensibility’s about to fade
Sitting neath the banyan
With wind machine companion
Water’s gone
- hose is dry
Throat is parched, gonna fry
Car won’t start, can’t go to town
Stuck in the heat, turning brown
Got no drinks,
too hot to eat
My car and I don’t like this heat
Sure wish that I could take a shower
Getting ranker by the hour
I’ve tried to
write to kill the time
Can’t even keep my metered rhyme
Good thing that I can get online
So I can complain and whine
Chronicles
5
Before too long
the torrents stopped;
MissGypsy’s tent was duly mopped.
The weather cleared, the sun came back;
She stayed off plans she’d had to pack.
For once the
sunshine dried up all
The farmers’ corn stalks growing tall,
The summer rays returned their hue,
With fields then quenched the grasses grew.
MissGypsiNess
looked grand indeed
Embraced by clover’s floral weed.
A bright new day made Gypsy smile;
She settled in to stay awhile.
But dry and
comfort did not last;
The skies brought on another blast.
She hunkered down - it poured again;
This is the norm for Michigan…
“You’d best
prepare, these winds blow hard!”
Said Passion’s heckling magic bard.
Lo and behold - the tempests came…
Indoors they played a Scrabble game.
She hesitantly
looked outside…
Her tent blew down – It rained inside!
“My Gawd!” she said, “The rain fly’s doffed…
The wind’s so strong the roof flew off !”
So one more
time she mopped and dried.
“Enough of this!” Gypsy descried.
She’s tired of living in the rough;
Of SoggiNess she’s seen enough.
Miss GypsiNess
has had her fill
Of butterflies and whippoorwills.
She’s had enough of crickets’ trill
Houseflies and bugs make fine road kill.
Plucked a
bouquet of weedy flowers
Huge katydid hopped in her shower
She nearly stepped upon a snake
Be sure of this – That’s all it takes!
The time is
nigh to pack and go…
Grand times she’s had, you all should know
But now she’ll be on Cape Cod’s shore,
These Chronicles she’ll pen no more.
If anyone asks where
she’s gone,
Her message left said, “Dear Friend Ron,
MissGypsy’s in her travelin’ van.
You’ll see her next byline as Nan.
