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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Hot and Cold (04/09/09)

TITLE: Protest
By Regina Rupert
04/13/09


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This business called spring?
There is no such thing.
Winter in disguise,
Itís all cloudy skies,
A bunch of chill precipitation
And lies!

Springís just a faux season
Committing high treason
With heatís enemies
(ice, cold, and stiff breeze)
Who cavort, incite riots,
And do as they please.

This gang of scofflaws
Appears in the fall,
And bribe natureís cops,
Who quite simply stop
Enforcing hot weather:
The temperatures drop.

The days get much shorter.
There goes law and order:
Sheer anarchy reigns
Here on these northern plains,
Home to gales, blizzards, snowstorms
And long, freezing rains.

In April or May,
So the almanacs say,
Frost danger has passed;
Itís springtime at last!
Get out to the garden
And plant your peas fast!

But donít be so sure.
The glossy allure
Of seed catalog pages
Belies winterís rages.
That seasonís not gone,
And it wonít be for ages.

Yet sometime in Juneó
Not a moment too soonó
Summer stages a coup. . .
For a month or two.
The snow melts, the ground thaws,
The air's balmy, too.

In a heartbeat, itís over.
Look! Here comes October
And November, that hellion,
To crush the rebellion,
Freeze every brave daisy,
Kill each holdout scallion.

Iíve demonstrated, complained
When summerís detained
But the powers that be
Still wonít set summer free.
Sheís always imprisoned by cold,
Just like me.

Dissenters, unite!
Work for equal climate rights!
Tyrannyís not terrific
(winterís type is horrific),
so Iíll keep up the fightó
from the warm south Pacific.

Bye. . .


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Amy Stanbury04/16/09
I'll sign your petition! Like this very much.
Beckie Stewart04/16/09
Ahh! Seasons. They each have their good and their bad.
Coleene VanTilburg 04/22/09
Well, living in California, I can't complain too much about the wheather other then we don't have real seasons. Yesterday it was 100 degrees...this weekend in the 60's...that being said, I loved this poem, seems the author was a little frustrated wanting to plant the garden then finally...we see he's solved his problem, laughing from afar on some warm beach...very whimsical and entertaining. thanks.