‘Twas a grim spring on Kachemak Bay
When the cold snow should have given way
To flowers and flies
To thawed out cow pies
And hints of the new season’s hay.
But alas Mother Nature saw fit
To challenge our patience and grit.
We’re still wearing wool.
The corrals are still full
Of snow and hard frozen horse s***.
Take heart now and please don’t despair.
There’s a glimmer of spring in the air.
Sweet thrushes do ring
There are cranes on the wing,
But the studs on my tires are still there.
Kathy Steberl
Homer
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