tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291573287494895984.post2223402662030366756..comments2024-01-05T00:01:03.140-05:00Comments on CowGaels in Tir na Blog: Happy Imbolc! More Farmyard Haiku!MaineCelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06318937035647123010noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291573287494895984.post-35784349306027045752012-02-01T14:22:38.965-05:002012-02-01T14:22:38.965-05:00Doug-- Brilliant! Thank you so much for your cont...Doug-- Brilliant! Thank you so much for your contributions! (Mmmm, Moxie!)MaineCelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318937035647123010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291573287494895984.post-32461592200425041212012-02-01T09:50:25.100-05:002012-02-01T09:50:25.100-05:00I lived in Maine for four years during the 60s, wh...I lived in Maine for four years during the 60s, when my father was in the Air Force, and the base in Bangor was still open. We lived in Orrington for a while, then moved into Bangor itself.<br /><br />My whole family grew to love Maine, probably more than any other place we lived.<br /><br />I've taken you up on your invitation to write some haiku, bringing back some of my memories.<br /><br />Thanks.<br /><br />Doug Curlin, Winder, Georgia<br /> <br />Unlike up in Maine,<br />My daffodils flower now--<br />Bright buttery blooms.<br /> <br />Dream now of summer,<br />When you break from planting, and<br />Drink bitter Moxie.<br /> <br />Acquiesce aloud<br />To a neighbor's narration<br />The Maine way: Ayuh.<br /> <br />The school bus comes through,<br />Undeterred by fresh snowfalls.<br />It follows the plow.<br /> <br />Dripping galoshes<br />Dry by the radiator,<br />Next to wool mittens.<br /> <br />One hour of daylight<br />Is left after school lets out.<br />Let me get my sled!<br /> <br />Saturday morning<br />Means ice skating on the pond:<br />Three hours of gliding!<br /> <br />Then we trudge homeward,<br />For a lunch of hot bean soup<br />And Fluffernutters!<br /> <br />Springtime comes, the pond's<br />Filled with swimming pollywogs.<br />We catch them in jars.<br /> <br />Spring is time for pain:<br />Blackflies hatch and attack me,<br />Tiny torturers!Doug Curlinnoreply@blogger.com