John T. Baker, No Time</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=11.htm>John T. Baker</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>No Time</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>I hope it's not in Summer<br>When comes my call to go,<br>For Summer's when I garden<br>And help the flowers grow.<br>I cannot go in Autumn<br>When color is in sway;<br>It's much too nice in Autumn ---<br>No time to be away.<br>And surely not in Springtime<br>With all the fresh young blooms;<br>Dear Lord, You would not want me<br>To miss those sweet perfumes.<br>And that leaves only Winter . . .<br>But Winter's when I ski,<br>So that would not be very<br>Convenient, Lord, for me.<br>It seems that there is really<br>No time that's opportune . . .<br>I know it's YOUR decision . . .<br>Just not, good Lord, too soon!</b></font> </blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.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>