A Hot November Poem by Juan Olivarez

Working in my back yard,
Raking up the leaves.
Trying to get rid of the extra lard,
Sweating in my shirt sleaves.

Deep in November, and I need a drink,
With mosquitoes all around.
This year it's hotter I have to think,
In our tiny town.

But we are so lucky, winter is short,
It only lasts six weeks.
We'll be hot in January I must report,
Already green leaves are taking peeks.

I love the valley this is my home,
We see snow once in a while.
Like every hundred years it's blown,
Way down here, to stay in style.

11/17/10 Alton Texas