It happens every fall
For with the weathers changing scene
comes Standard Time’s recall
My quandary is, my earnest friends,
(this gives my brain a trial)
that I don’t have “no” outside clocks,
just a big, round, bronze SUNDIAL
I can change all my “inside clocks”,
(so many I can’t keep track)
To change a SUNDIAL’s not my thing
How do you set it back?
I could unbolt it at its base
and turn it “just a crack”
but then I think: “It will be cold,
and no one will keep track!”
For a SUNDIAL is a summer thing
like working in my garden
And I won’t need its sunny face,
(For this I beg its pardon)
Through winter months and early spring,
I can “hear” it through my window
“When are the people coming back
to read my pretty shadow?”
But then it will recall the poem
(the words still show their form)
It will take heart and carry on
through cold and icy storm
For on its disk the poem is thus
for everyone to see -
“Grow Old Along With Me -
The Best Is Yet To Be!”
Cheers,
Gardener Dave
