Break

 

Break

 

Grant me please a seasonal break for

Near the winter’s trace follows this tax season.

The government wants help and the war

Has cost a fortune, there’s more reason

To seek after fight for the sake of freedom.

The winter is too balmy, the frost needs

To be here to ensure the hidden bug’s doom

And the coming germination of the grand seeds.

 

But expect not the break to be large or long

For the spring is almost coming along.

When the languid sun thaws patiently the freeze

And the happy swallows glide in the Easter breeze;

When the daffodils dance in their gold reveries,

I will be back to bring you sweet cherries.