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Those who have well water, and who have suffered the loss of a dearly beloved water heater, know, with absolute faith, that the center of the earth is not a molten, fiery, mass. It's actually closer to a giant popsicle, and it exists solely for the purpose of providing water so cold that your breath gets taken away if you attempt to shower in it. Of course, that same water is still not cold enough to drink - feels all warm and cozy then.

There are, of course, alternate theories that allow for a flaming-lava-filled world. Through condensation and evaporation and other various half-wit pseudoscience, you can achieve refrigeration from heat. In this theory, the core of the earth is used to supercool the water that is then delivered to the shivering, water-heater deprived masses. The advantage to accepting this theory is that it provides a means for explaining the warmth of drinking water - pipes deep underground switch from hot to cold, in an inverse relationship to what the test subject is requesting from the faucets.

In further studies on this subject, and in support of the hypothesis reached long ago in the most widely accepted research in this area (Well Water and Water Heaters, by Warren, Warren, and Warren (aka Me, Myself, and I), July 2005), it has been proven that:

- Given a significant drought and heat wave;
- Given the month of July (please, take it...)
- Given well water;
- Given a malfunctioning water heater;
- Given the well proven fact that using the garden house to shower has less of a chance of inducing hypothermia than a standard shower;

Then the following will inevitably occur:
- The temperature shall become unseasonably low;
- The clouds will prepare special delivery of chilled water;
- The large incandescent bulb (aka Sol) will be switched off in favor of cooler, more energy efficient fluorescentlighting installed just beyond the horizon;
- The garden hose shower is still warmer than the standard shower.

woodland symphony

woodland symphony
July 2, 2005

cicada-song
like castanets

summer breeze
string section in the trees

voices from the choir
the songbirds sing

in the woodland symphony

Copyright © 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren

There is a magic

There is a magic
July 2, 2005

There is a magic
in the green of ferns
in a woodland grove;
There is a magic
in the clover nodding
as the bee visits and drones on;
There is a magic
in the oak tree
towering towards the sky;
There is a magic
in ghost pipes rising pale
and ethereal from the forest floor;
There is a magic
in the beat of a hummingbirds wings
as it drinks delicately from foxglove cups;
There is a magic
in sweet ferns' resinous scent
as the aroma catches the wind and rides;
There is a magic
in evergreen needles
as little spruces dream of great heights;
There is a magic
in a chipping sparrow's
arrogant song as it perches on a stone in the stream;
There is a magic
in wild blueberry brush
that tastes sweet when it has ripened;
There is a magic
in the woodland canopy
that breathes in light and exhales air;
There is a magic
in the forest floor
as the fallen crumble and feed the soil;
There is a magic
in all that grows
and in all things it shows that
there is a magic
fathomable by science and religion
that remains magical still.

Copyright © 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren

Ghost Dance

Ghost Dance
July 2, 2005

Wa-hey,
the old story tellers say,
dance to make the white man go away,
but it's not the color of the skin, it is their way:
from the true path they did stray,
knocked down the trees and paved the world grey
bending or breaking everything they forced into the fray,
and forcing everything, come what may;
for they forget their roots, for they are made of clay,
and they allow themselves to be molded under their leaders' sway,
and until they see this hypocritical state in which they stay
they won't know the price they pay
and we have to dance to make them go away
as the old story tellers say,
wa-hey!

Copyright (C) 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren

Dimorphic Jumping Spider

Dimorphic Jumping Spider
July 2, 2005

There's
something
of the jellyfish,
albeit in an
eight-legged,
air-breathing,
land-dwelling
package;
He almost
disappears
as he leaps
from here
to there;
The only thing
cooler
than watching a
dimorphic
jumping
spider
is hearing
your daughter
hold back on
"Eww! Spider!"
and saying
instead:
"Hey!
Dimorphic
jumping
spider!"

Copyright (C) 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren

Yardwork

Yardwork
July 2, 2005

Sitting back on the porch
sipping cool ice tea
working the old fashioned way:
watching Justin clip the grass
trimming around foundation, trees, and stream;
watching Rachel collect the leaves
exposing the rocks that give Stone Stream its name;
watching Brandon making goats obsolete –
grabbing grass and leaves by the handful and munching away;
Sitting back on the porch
writing simple words,
mentally preparing myself
to helm the lawn mower
and wield the string trimmer;
but for now the hard work:
sipping cool ice tea
and watching the children
doing the yard work!

Copyright (c) 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren