by George Hancock
Eastern Standard Time
Often words are a cruel crime
As we begin Eastern Standard Time
November 2 is the beginning date
Darkness becomes the real fate.
Politicians said it’s time to end
Time changes that many fend
Studies show many suffer hard
Sadly, a few die near their yard.
E.S.T. is real earth time, yet
Many loathe it once set
Shrinking daylight is often sad
Dark running is never a fad.
For me, it’s 52 running years
Many miles minus dark tears
I adapt and continue my run
Knowing there will be some sun.
We time change again because
We lack the righteous applause
Of leaders failing once again
So, we’re smacked on the chin.
Pick a time and stay there
A decision is not that rare
I’m good with either time
Time changes are the crime.
November 2025
Saturday begins November’s run
Often completed minus the sun
E.S.T. on the 2nd creates daylight
For several weeks then gives flight.
Election Day is the 4th so do vote
Or you may find some old goat
Elected in without a solid clue
Like taxing our running shoe.
The 27th is our delicious holiday
When Thanksgiving makes way
We pause and offer many thanks
For items earned in our road ranks.
November is a sober run time
Dark, dreary, with some grime
Our road sights are so stark
All we see is that brown bark.
We rejoice in any sunny day
These brighten our roadway
Soon Christmas lights abound
A nice view on a road round.
Dark running continues on
I seldom see a brighter dawn
On my early morning run so
When dicey I will run slow.
Some Road Thanks
The 27th is Thanksgiving Day
A nice holiday on the way
This runner offers his thanks
While the weather tosses yanks.
Good health and family are great
These items often decide our fate
For me a few compressed nerves
Are considered just mere swerves.
My grandson twins make me smile
Even out on a cold November mile
Tiny hugs will cure most silly ills
So warm providing real thrills.
Many thanks for our road gear
Which permits runs without fear
High-tech clothes are first rate
And improve my daily road gait.
Improved shoes earn many thanks
Especially from our road ranks
Yes, running shoes are the key
For a pain-free running spree.
Enjoy your Thanksgiving feast
Forget that nasty worldly beast
Gather with family and friends
Celebrating as November ends.
November Sun
November has 30 dreary days
Because the sun skips the byways
Cloudy days make a bleak scene
The chilly winds are kind of mean.
November weather is up and down
Often producing a runner’s frown
Add snow and the misery expands
During autumn’s final cold stands.
Older runners observe and run on
While youngsters like a sunny dawn
So, when we do get November sun
Outside go the folks seeking fall fun.
For me, running under a clear sky
Means later we earn a sunny sigh
Clear early skies create a darker run
Since I’m done before the day’s dawn.
Afternoon runners toil in the light
Although November’s sun lacks fight
November’s sun sits low in our sky
The rays are nice but not so high.
November sun on a cold fall day
Is nice as runners make their way
Towards December’s new season
With holidays enjoyed for reason.
Categories: Poet's Corner
Runner's Gazette 
Thank you George for the uplifting essay on EST and the late fall days of November and the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. Wishing you and your followers a Happy Thanksgiving Holiday.
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