An ode to one fine day

The garden still grew.


"The final nice day!"

Huffed the runners (no shirts!)

And in the soft breeze

Women clung to their skirts.


No day to be grousing

That politics stink

Or worry the nation

Was ready to sink.


One day very soon

We could quiver in fear

That Romney and Biden

Would rule us next year


Or fret for the future

(Things real and absurd)

And argue the wishes