THE SUN GETS US OUT

Glorious sun warms my arthritic soul,

Let us celebrate with a full salad bowl,

Or, do a picnic when we eat,

Reserve sunshine for our treat,

Yes, the sun will get us out of this hole.

THE GREAT YELLOW BALL

The sight Michiganders have seldom seen,

Is the great yellow ball that turns white to green,

Rumor has it, it does exist,

Somewhere in the cloud-snow mist,

Yet, it could be fable, real or, tween.