2016 GROUND HOGS’ DAY
We all converse about the weather and in all conversations seem to complain,
Too hot, too cold, too dry, too humid, too much snow, not enough, a drought or a deluge of rain,
No matter how much we try, we cannot control or worse with accuracy forecast.
Every prediction with computer models arrives but in error and does not last.
There are satellites in orbit and weather balloons by the score,
And weather ships close and others far out from shore,
Radars and computers with models so varied and complete
Predict the exact time the snow or rain will fall to wet your feet.
In the end we cannot control and we rarely can with conscience try to predict,
Our weather knowledge is like the fragile light hiding from the wind on a candle wick.
As we as taxpayers seeking the weather altar file slowly to pay the weather bill,
There is a more accurate choice known as Punxsutawney Phil
A ground hog who on the February’s 2nd Day,
Knows the weather forecast, knows the proper way,
Out of his burrow to briefly and quickly his shadow seek,
If one is seen, clearly winter has another six more weeks.
Millions spent on technologies usually late or usually wrong,
A groundhog pops up and does it for less than a song.
Better yet the tourists to Punxsutawney Phil’s burrow descend
Ready to empty their wallets with plenty of dollars to spend
Punxsutawney Phil we look to you in awe on your Groundhog Day,
Shadows seen will tell whether spring will soon be here or winter will for awhile hold sway
With blizzards moving across the Great Plains and the temp at 22 degrees
Phil blinked, looked around and his shadow he did not see
He has made his weather forecast
Early spring; winter will not long last!
Michael P. Ridley
aka the Alaskanpoet
© February 2, 2016