Being tired of the seasons Gave me plenty of reasons To head down Mexico way And siesta in sun every day. I moved to the southwest For some retirement rest, Chasing the warm sunshine To ease these bones of mine. I wanted to bask in hot sun Until my days were done, Where cold wind never blows And frostbite won't nip toes. An adobe rancho I bought But it's not like I thought, A Garden of Eden it's not, Everyday is simmering hot. Every season is the same There's never cooling rain, Somewhere there is snows But not where cactus grows. The sun comes up then down, Only lizards and sand around, The unbearable heat is a drain, I'm tired of this desert domain. I'm migrating to the northland To escape this burning sand And live among mountains tall, Where there is seasons I recall. Some winter snow is what I need Where a tree is not a tumbleweed, I dearly miss the changing seasons, I'm northbound for personal reasons. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 11-30-06 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone