So I've been thinking a lot lately. Not about anything in particular, except for football, which seems to dominate my weekends, much to my lovely wife's chagrin. Those of you reading know that I am currently writing for a living, and usually when I have a heavy writing load at work, I don't do much writing during my free time. Can't explain it. I enjoy writing, but it always feels like I'm bringing work home, which is a no-no.
But I've been thinking. Not aloud, just in my head. Elizabeth would love for me to think out loud -- well, out loud about anything but sports. I'm a pretty boring person to be around, especially if you're not big on sports. Which she's not, anymore. But she has been a trooper during Saints games. And she's actually pretty smart about it.
Anyway, enough rambling. One of the things I've been thinking about inside my head is poetry. I've been wanting to write. I enjoy it, though it's hit and miss. Sometimes, it's really easy and the words flow out. Other times, they just don't come. Here's hoping they come.
Crisp, cool, getting a little chilly
It's that time of year again
Summer's heat leaves and fall arrives
Makes me happy, giddy, silly
Autumn might be my favorite season
At least it is in October and November
Other times, it's spring or summer or winter
I can change my mind for no reason
Life is good, I must confess
Could complain, but I won't
Cuz nobody wants to hear it
Stay positive and don't digress
Seasons come and seasons go
Either sit back and watch
Or get actively involved
And go against the flow
Fall's here, make the most
Of each and every passing day
Do everything to the fullest
But do not brag or boast
Life is good, I must confess
Could complain, but I won't
Cuz nobody wants to hear it
Stay positive and don't digress
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