A poem for retirees

To the editor:

Here a poem I made up last weekend for all the retired Alaska folk for when they get asked, “What did you do today?”

Don’t ask me what I did today because I won’t remember.

But I am busy every day from April through September.

I’m finding tools I put away last fall before the snow fell,

and wrinkling my nose at the fragrant springtime doggie-poop smell.

I’m taking time to revel in the beauty of the spring,

by working, eating, napping — and listening to the birds sing.

Margaret Heaven

Wasilla