Waiting
.
(A Lawnbowler's Ode To Spring)

I'm waiting for the sky to clear
and for the sun to re-appear
for grass to sprout from earthen floor
for trees to grow their leaves once more
for bees to fly, for birds to sing
and all the promises of spring
.
To stroll upon the bowling green
to greet those friends I haven't seen
through all of these long winter months
to pick up again where we left off
.
And should it even come to pass
that my weight is right, and I find the grass
to top it off I'd only ask
for an ice cold beer in a nice old glass!
.

Copyright - Glenn Muller  1999