by George A. Hancock
Dreary November November dawns dreary Our eyes quite bleary As we run again outside There’s no need to hide. Dawn will arrive soon Perhaps creating a swoon As folks realize no change Will caress our road range. The weather is the same Despite nature’s fame Yet, running is a breeze As we stride in ease. November is a dark time Daylight must be a crime We run in somber light Eyeing every gray sight. We rejoice on a sunny day A few, lighting our roadway November’s only 30 days Next up, Christmas displays. Crunchy Leaves November’s crunchy leaves For some means “the grieves” As they recall warmer days Complete with sunny rays. Now November’s darkness Accompanied by a mess Of fallen leaves on roads Creates noisy episodes. The leaves are piled dry And crunch as we run by Avoiding them is not easy Since the winds are breezy. Quiet runs? Hmm, not now Listen, is that a big cow? Nope, a runner on the move Perfecting their road groove. Noisy runs are the norm So just run and conform Soon, the leaves are gone Maybe at December’s dawn. November 2022 Tuesday begins November’s run Hopefully with seasonal sun November is often so dark Slowing our early road lark. No year-round DST this year Due to inaction and House fear So, we’re back on regular EST Stop time changes is the plea. November 8 is Election Day I voted earlier the new way Just VOTE is the best thing Maybe easing political sting. The 11th is Veteran’s Day Thank You, we all say As we run November’s road Viewing November’s late mode. The 24th is Thanksgiving Day We recall what comes our way As we dine on delicious food Offering thanks with our brood.
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