“Hard, hard” they sweep the slithering curling stones

draw them on by sweat of mind or  muscle

to the very button, hustle, hustle

mere inches, winner cheers and loser moans.

Watching, we  spend late winter afternoons

An undecided time of frosts and thaws

Spring in between the stop and go; on pause.

Snowy March – hiatus - then summer June.

Thank heaven, what can better entertain,

than some endless, dirty, crooked, scandals

fill the mental void with slippery vandals

No matter Church or State, the thrill’s the same

The mighty fall! We see their final hours

While speeds the time t’ward grass and bed and flowers.