Groundhog Bill didn't see his shadow today. This doesn't necessarily portend an early spring, however, as Groundhog Bill is a non-predicting groundhog.
Groundhog Day festivities were in full swing today, including a groundhog roping contest, groundhog-inspired food, and a groundhog creative arts contest. The following poem was penned by Howell Farm director Pete Watson:
Marmota monax, Seer of Seers,
has common names less glitzy
His word is held in trust by some
To me, it's whistlin' Dixie
In places where he hibernates
this celebrated squinter
Comes up to see his shadow fall
and cause a longer winter
In Punxsy he prognosticates
on February Second
While humans droll outside his hole
revere what he has reckoned
He's prone to sleep in Chesapeake
where Spring arrives with fishes
And Farmer Ed will shoot him dead
unless of course he misses
In Pensacola, Florida
his presence can't be rallied
The land is bare of shadows there
and winters are not tallied
On Moore's Creek Hill our rodent, Bill,
has never made predictions
Our weather comes from Ice Cream Jim
whose facts outshadow fictions
All in all, though tales recall
his legend, lore and wisdom
All that's for sure, is the allure
that Groundhog Day doth give him.
Postscript
Wuchak, Wojak, Ockguchaun
His names are quite prolific
To some he's Chuck or Gus or Phil
Don't eat him, he's horrific
Groundhog Day festivities were in full swing today, including a groundhog roping contest, groundhog-inspired food, and a groundhog creative arts contest. The following poem was penned by Howell Farm director Pete Watson:
Marmota monax, Seer of Seers,
has common names less glitzy
His word is held in trust by some
To me, it's whistlin' Dixie
In places where he hibernates
this celebrated squinter
Comes up to see his shadow fall
and cause a longer winter
In Punxsy he prognosticates
on February Second
While humans droll outside his hole
revere what he has reckoned
He's prone to sleep in Chesapeake
where Spring arrives with fishes
And Farmer Ed will shoot him dead
unless of course he misses
In Pensacola, Florida
his presence can't be rallied
The land is bare of shadows there
and winters are not tallied
On Moore's Creek Hill our rodent, Bill,
has never made predictions
Our weather comes from Ice Cream Jim
whose facts outshadow fictions
All in all, though tales recall
his legend, lore and wisdom
All that's for sure, is the allure
that Groundhog Day doth give him.
Postscript
Wuchak, Wojak, Ockguchaun
His names are quite prolific
To some he's Chuck or Gus or Phil
Don't eat him, he's horrific
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