(02/19/1942) Spring Fever

Spring Fever
The green wood hummed, all day the sun
Had shimmerred in the rustic glade
And quick the flies swept thru the shade
And I reached out and swatted one

A swish and gurgle in the creek
As sly the perch browse in the stream
And dragon flies hang in the steam
Of stagnant pools that breed and reek

Indolence on a summer’s day
The fitful slumber and the yawn
Of sleepy thunder in the brawn
Of satyr muscles tired of play

Ho hum.

Grady L. McMurtry

Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, June 1988