Kirkville Poetry

February finally;

I am so glad.

Days are longer.

I am not so sad.

Exercising is

more effort

this time of year.

As

knowing once its done

I have won

and had fun, working out

and being out!

I look at holiday pics,

on you-know-where?

Feeling envious

that,

I am not going anywhere.

Then I remember, the

energy it takes, to

travel there and

back.

I say "let them pack",

I'll do

my walking,

my writing,

my reading, 

{lots of that}

as I sit back

Oh didn't you know?

I joined the local choir.

I sing once a week.

Every once in a while

there is a squeak!

That's me!

I visit my folks in

the Queen City,

My mother is

fighting old age.

My dad accepts it with
subtlety. 

Hubby mucks about with

his horses;

good exercise, he says.

 Setting up training,

to keep them in line,

when it's horseback riding season

time.

He hauls the water,

forks hay,

mucks horse shelter stalls,

buys bales,

moves snow with his tractor,

everything on this

Yorkton frontier 
is a factor!

It's easier to be a poet,

to tell of days going by.

Posting pictures

is easier than baking a pie (no like)

now I am getting silly

I can be a willy.

Be genuine be true!

in Canada we are!

I'm proud and happy to reside here 
thus far!

For now Kirkville!