William G. Lyon, It's Confusing</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=21.htm>William G. Lyon</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>It's Confusing</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>It's sure mighty Confusing to get up in the Morning,<br>With the Sun shinning, then it rains without warning.<br>With the flowers blooming, the grass it's so green,<br>While off in the distance, fresh snow can be seen.<br>It thought it was Springtime, it's that time of year,<br>The weatherman must be confused, for this I do fear.<br>All the trees start their budding, and soon wil be out,<br>This cold weather just fills, my big toe with the Gout.<br>We just mowed the lawn, the Grass Clippings are gone,<br>It's back to Winter time, with more snow on the lawn.<br>Yes, all our late Summer Fruit, it sure may be Frozen,<br>I thought by now, that the darn Wintertime was Dozing.<br>Yes, it's sure confusing, and indeed not very amusing,<br>While the the frost keeps abusing, the summer is snoozing.<br>All our beautiful Flowers are now frozen and half wilted,<br>I think that of the Seasons, our summer has been jilted. </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>