Wishing for Tomorrow
To see the tulips peek their heads
To see the green of lawns
To feel the warmth of quiet sunshine
To see the young foals romping
But this is winter and I long for spring.
To have a picnic in the park
To see the harvest fields of grain
To see the visitors to the mountain
To ride horseback up the trails
But this is spring and I long for summer.
To see the changing colors of the leaves
To see the children waiting for the bus
To feel the crispness in the air
To see the frost on the garden
But this is summer and I long for fall.
To see the beautiful banks of snow
To see the Christmas lights on trees
To spend some time on the ski slopes
To enjoy a long President’s Day weekend
But this is fall and I long for winter.
To wish for seasons still to come
To wish away one’s life.
How much better to enjoy
The seasons as they are
Than always wishing for tomorrow.
by Bob Ohlsen
To see the tulips peek their heads
To see the green of lawns
To feel the warmth of quiet sunshine
To see the young foals romping
But this is winter and I long for spring.
To have a picnic in the park
To see the harvest fields of grain
To see the visitors to the mountain
To ride horseback up the trails
But this is spring and I long for summer.
To see the changing colors of the leaves
To see the children waiting for the bus
To feel the crispness in the air
To see the frost on the garden
But this is summer and I long for fall.
To see the beautiful banks of snow
To see the Christmas lights on trees
To spend some time on the ski slopes
To enjoy a long President’s Day weekend
But this is fall and I long for winter.
To wish for seasons still to come
To wish away one’s life.
How much better to enjoy
The seasons as they are
Than always wishing for tomorrow.
by Bob Ohlsen
