I know it’s a little late, but something I heard earlier this month inspired me to write the following poem. Apparently, the group in Pennsylvania that organizes the Ground Hog Day activities creates the forecast, no matter what the ground hog does. Click this link to hear me read the poem. You can learn more about Ground Hog Day here.
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Punxsutawney Phil’s Lament
I saw my shadow today,
they said we’ll have an early spring,
not true.
Why do I even bother?
The speeches, entertainment, give me a headache.
They don’t like my forecast.
Next year, I won’t even show my face.
Then what will they say?
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How would you feel if you were a ground hog who came out of his hole, and nobody paid attention to you?
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Abbie–You made the not-so-handsome groundhog mighty cute and clever. Hoping spring is sooner rather than later–Alice
Thank you, Alice, I also hope for an early spring.
I sympathise with Phil. Nobody listens to me either. Even so, I persist so I can tell them “told you so” when I’m right.
Thank you, Bruce, all you can do is keep on keeping on.