Mr. Sun

I give a smile to Mr. Sun,

With his appearance, Winter’s done,

The green and warmth from him are spun,

As life returns to everyone.

And in his light, with joy, I bask,

Surely, this is all I ask,

To close my eyes and tip my flask,

Forget the snow and Winter tasks.

Ooh. See the sunhat I have brought,

And salves. With burns, I won’t get caught,

I’ll do the things I know I ought,

Cause sun, you know, can be so hot!

So now I’m at the house herein,

Conditioned air that cools my skin,

So tell me why I wear a grin,

When Mr. Sun returns again?

Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we three besought,

To try to make the week begin,

With gentle thoughts--perhaps a grin?

So Jenny and Delores, we,

Now post our poems for you to see.

And when you’ve read what we have brought,

Did we help? Or did we not . . .

Come back next week, it won't be hard,

We three will spend time in the yard.