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Saturday, August 30th, 2014
Volume ∞ Issue ∞
- 5:25:09, Aug 27th 2014 - hawkeyejay - Hank, I wouldn't bet your pension or SS check on ACA being cast in stone ... [Read More]
- 5:10:18, Aug 27th 2014 - hawkeyejay - Just like Yvonne to trot out the " Republican War On Women" routine. I g ... [Read More]
- 7:33:35, Aug 27th 2014 - KingslandGrad95 - wtf, why did you make that comment on a story regarding high school ... [Read More]
- 11:00:14, Aug 25th 2014 - wtf - Your article on Preston fastpitch wins big. The under 15 age takes 2nd.. There ... [Read More]
- 8:52:32, Aug 25th 2014 - Rae - I wish that you had included Stab from TJ's Liquor in your article. Stab has b ... [Read More]
- 10:32:36, Aug 22nd 2014 - Mad Mike - Doc, how do you get any truth or facts with the current set up that this ... [Read More]
- 9:31:25, Aug 22nd 2014 - KingslandGrad95 - doc, You mentioned that "Republicans want the truth, they just ... [Read More]
- 8:00:02, Aug 19th 2014 - doc - Republicans want the truth, they just don't like facts. ... [Read More]
- 7:58:04, Aug 19th 2014 - doc - Gas prices were $4.25 the last summer that GWB was in office. ... [Read More]
- 4:40:55, Aug 19th 2014 - dave - Gas prices were $1.79 a gallon when GWB left office ... [Read More]
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Fri, Nov 22nd, 2002
Posted in Columnists
Posted in Columnists
This recent Tuesday, at the gloaming hour,
I sat me down, a sad lament to write. This poem unfolded like a budding flow’r, As I did long for frosty snow so white. This drear month past we’ve had small part of cold, And moisture more of rain than snow has come, Yet even that in tiny bits. All told, The snow and rain do equal no great sum. You see, I’m diff’rent than most other folk, I greatly like the winter months—no lie— (Please don’t call me a strange or oddball bloke) In these next stanzas I shall tell you why. You’ll think it odd, but very first of all, ‘Tis the warm months of summer I dislike. And though I mind not either spring or fall, Every winter my heart’s glad joy will spike. For truth, in the summer, there’s so many bugs Who in noisy clouds do my face fly round, Or, like the vile mosquito, noxious lugs, Hover in my ear with keening sound. Too, the summer’s heat I do not like best. Humidity is evil. Muggy air Makes me feel I’m locked inside a chest. For these reasons twain, summer be not fair. Yet winter, such an oft reviléd time, To me, is more worthy than summer’s gold. The snow and wind and ice of northern clime Are friends to me, for in my veins runs cold. By far, the greatest part is always snow. Great slowly drifting dunes of frozen white. With moon upon it, all does seem aglow, As if the world were made of silver light. Upon the mantle of a fresh snow-storm With high velocity downhill I fly, My sled cuts through the snow in perfect form Until I crash, and look up at the sky. Good sledding is truly a joy of life The feel of air whistling past the skin. Yet caution use, in places with trees rife Or you, like me one time, might bruise each shin. Still, if sledding be not the fun you wish, There’s pastimes plenty in the cold outside, Like snowball throwing, or through ice to fish, Or snowmobiling, or snowshoes so wide. Winter, though, is more than snow. Think of ice— Solid water, so cold, and slippery too. To skate on this I know is very nice, Just stay on thick; on thin you might fall through. With ice and snow comes what I’ve not yet told. Most people view it as a foe quite bad. This deadly thing of which I speak is cold, Which has some aspects that do make me glad. To deeply take of chilly air a breath, Will make most everyone feel full alive. At the same time, to germs it brings swift death; At least, I’ve found it helps not sickness thrive. Winter’s blessings fall not just outside: When one enters a house all filled with light, Perhaps after a long and fast sled ride, ‘Tis great to stand in front of fire bright. See, winter’s great. So why’s this a lament? This just past year, winter’s full blast we missed. And now, with global warming, smokestack sent, I fear no more will snow banks reach my wrist. And now, November’s all but done and gone, No snowfall thick does blanket my front lawn. And so, to source of snow, I call out thus: "I miss you winter, please come back to us." Matt Ruen is a student at Lanesboro High School. The Journal Writing Project focuses on the writing of area young people.