ODE TO DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME, ALA KEATS WITH IAMBIC PENTAMETER BY ACCIDENT
This week, I’m ruminating about the extra evening hour.
Oh, daylight saving time, wondrous and fine
Extending the light in spring and summer,
Though nature does so on natural time
The extra light hour is not a bummer.
No, it’s a grand excuse to stay up late
And do stuff that’s not needing to be done,
Like adjusting all clocks and watches, please,
Alaska, Land of the One a.m. Sun.
For morning darkness is weird and can grate,
What a splendid way to greet a new date.
Time to change all smoke alarm batteries.
Night owls expect darkness but the sun shines,
‘Tis marvellous to keep up and stay up
It’s like cavorting through wasted land mines,
Where wee ones refuse bed without larrup
For who wants to retire in the light’s glow?
Blurriness is surely worth the effort
To burn myriad candles at both ends.
Red-eyed and weary the body says, “No,”
But it’s fabulous to play with the hurt
And awake to the oft-grayness of dirt.
Daylight saving time where the real world bends.
And then in the fall when daylight recedes
It’s time to switch back, plunged into darkness,
Rhythm of nature so dusky it feeds
The search to withdraw light’s savings proceeds.
One would think this season would be ideal
For harvesting the time experiment.
But how glorious are the thinkers they
Who created this creed of mass appeal,
When sun shine’s extended by faux augment
In lieu of the autumn’s darkest intent.
Or keeping the old timey way, what say?
~ Emery Lamb
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