Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for April 02, 2014

The sound of a beer being opened.

The intoxicating smell of meat on the grill…

And the voice of the turtle will be heard in the land.

… the smell of the dog doo in the melting snow …

In Brooklyn the rhyme goes:“Spring is sprungDa grass is riz.I wonder whereda boidies is.”

I love the poem (and the art that goes along with it). Funnily enough it scans perfectly with the hymn “All Things Bright and Beautiful.” So…now that’s stuck in my head.

No mud up here in The County – still two plus feet of snow on the ground.

Even Wally the Boxing Beaver ain’t shown up yet…

Meg, when I first read your “pome”, I thought the line was, “I wonder where the BODIES is”, which I guess works well in Brooklyn, too. :-)

Meg, when I first read your “pome”, I thought the line was, “I wonder where the BODIES is”, which I guess works well in Brooklyn, too. :-)

Hey, I thought it was bodies too……Being Brooklyn and all…

doublepaw, Earnie Harwell used to quote that on opening day!

The roar of the tornado.

When I saw the strip, I was reminded of a poem fragment I was asked to recite to the whole school when I was in junior high (today’s “middle school”). The part I remembered went“And all over the upland and lowland/The charm of the goldenrod,— /Some of us call it Autumn,/And others call it God. Read more at http://www.poetry-archive.com/c/each_in_his_own_tongue.html#s9alshqrT0Vxzzms.99I recalled everything but the word “charm.” Sadly, I don’t think I was able to recite it, because the school bus was too late.

As for the Brooklyn poem, that must have been the inspiration for one of the few “masterpieces” I’ve composed:

Spring done sprung; it done quite well. But spring is sprung, and fall has fell.Summer? By now, it’s all been summed up. But winter ain’t wint; it ain’t even cummed up.

You can put donations in this tin cup on the sidewalk; or give to your favorite charity.

Love poetry.

How strange…. I guess people in the South only use ice in the spring?!? :)

Such fun to see and hear all of the bird activity. I cleaned out the old stuffing in the bird houses and now they are packing them full!

The gentle sound of spring winds ripping up trees and toppling sheds.

I’ve heard the bodies line too, but I’m trying to spin the good side of Brooklyn. I moved out when I was two but genes will tell.

Around here, the ice is falling off the eaves!

I like itthe REAL promised land(when hurricanes are elsewhere, mosquitoes are bugging others, the 100% relative humidity and 99° F has slacked off. Days like today — other than the skeeters.)