BLOWIN’ A HOLE IN MY ZEAL
Virginia Salter

I went for a walk in the sun
wind was a blowin’, subtractin’ my fun
yet the reward in the mid of my journey
moved me little less well than a gurney
with the wind at my back
I kept up my attack
and reached a fine pizza buffet

when the eatin’ was done
of bright sun there was none
I was forced to succumb
to a walk in the gray
with a face that gave way
to the wind blowin’ me back

the chill that it brought to my head
filled me with pain and with dread
would the ear that I held
due to wind so compelled
ever be warm again?

two miles through
looking hard so for you
to save me the one mile left
I was walking for health
but in spite of myself
that wind was a blowin’
a great hole in my zeal
by the way it was makin’ me feel.

©April  5, 2000