MY BASTION.

This winter the weather

Has hammered the old house

Heavier than most,

And the spring is still stinging it some,

But we’re reliably told

That the good sun is due

And will sweep away

Any stone deep chills

That still linger

In the alcoves and rafters

Even after the recent rains slaked

The building’s thirst,

And nurtured its groundwork,

Though they made matters worse

By refusing to move

And highlighting how long

It’s been since the place

Had a decent clean

Or was able to repel

Any heavy pelting

Or replenish itself in times

Of severe dryness;

So hopefully after the coming week

Has brushed through,

And show a peak of June,

We might have a return

Of regular elemental conditions

That may enable me

To perform any upkeep

That the old abode

Has been seeking,

And batten down any hatches

That should help us survive

The coming seasons

With ease.