This poem was a little late this morning, not because I couldn’t find the rhymes…
You see once we’re in North Carolina we switch to mountain time.
It’s not that we’re less conscientious or have become two time maniacs
It’a just up her in the mountains we know how to relax.
Our roof needs repair…the rain is seeping through our kitchen wall…
We’d like it fixed as soon as possible so we give the roofer a call.
The receptionist says Bobby Lee’s out hunting and Sammy having trouble with his van
Cliff is finishing up his oil change but he’ll be here as quickly as he can.
9 o’clock the store opens, the sign reads: Got Anything You Want...And More
But it was a little after 9:30 when Frances opened up the door.
Apparently the soil under her tomatoes needed tending…couldn’t wait
and the extra time she gave them meant she was a little late.
The line at the grocery store moves slowly because Peggy Sue has stayed
to show the cashier her latest batch of honey…the best her bees have ever made.
But there’s something to be said for the easygoing way
in which the people in the mountains saunter through their day.
It makes them a little more carefree, their demeanor a little more sweet
Many of the people in the mountains are the nicest people you could meet.
Which makes us ask this question as the constraints of time make us fuss
are we controlling time...or is time controlling us?
So tomorrow or the next day I’m not sure when I’ll post my rhyme
If I’m a little late, no worries...you see we’re now on mountain time.
In case you were wondering…Cliff fixed the roof perfectly
France’s store was really great
Peggy Sue’s honey is delicious.
You might say…they were worth the wait.
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