Thursday, February 1, 2018


There’s something about the month of February
It warms my heart despite the ground hog day
He tries to ruin it thinking he’s a know it all
 He can’t predict the weather, there’s no way

Two presidents would roll over in their graves
It’s a very good thing they don’t have a clue
They’d pull out all the muzzle loaders and cannons
Knowing that groundhog was overshadowing them too

 If he thinks he’s going to take over Valentine’s Day
He’s got another thing coming that’s for sure
That’s the one day of the year set aside for love
And cupid’s arrow will not pierce him, I assure

I don’t even know why they want to give him a holiday
He thinks cause he saw his shadow it’ll be six weeks more
Spring will be here soon enough, we don’t need him around
He’s waiting for garden time so he can slip in the back door

I got news for that groundhog and he better listen close
February may be short and sweet but it can stand its ground
There’s no little bushy tail critter going to take it over
Get back in that hole before it becomes your burial mound

© Susie Swanson, 2018


  1. Haha! Cute poem, Susie. Hope you have a nice day.

  2. It's so good to have poems from you again, Susie! How time flies! Groundhog day already!

  3. Susie, I loved this poem. I am glad Feb. is a short month...I am ready for spring. Tomorrow is Ted's son's birthday. He like to tease his grown son by calling him Puxatawny Heath. LOL. My mom would have had a birthday this coming week and she would have been 95. That just shocks me to think about. Because she will always be like she was when she passed , in my memory. I miss her so much. It's been 12 years since she's been gone. Time plays with seems longer at time and at others it seems just recently.
    Blessings to you Susie, stay well. xoxo,love you, Susie

  4. Can you believe this fellow has his own day, Susie? I love the month of February, as it's a short and sweet month filled with love. I also like your new blog design. It's just right for Spring. : ) It's good to see you are writing poems again, Susie.

    love, ~Sheri