On the Shelf

No more the straw hat is on top

     No more is it “the lid”;

From human eyes that fondly prize

     It must be quickly hid.

Today the winter hat comes on,

     The derby, tried and true;

The cherished straw we must withdraw,

     And hide from public view.

Good bye old straw, for months you’ve been

     The apple of my eye;

You’ve served me fine in rain and shine,

     I hate to put you by.

But never fear, another year

     When summer rounds in view,

I’ll have you shocked and nicely blocked,

     And you’ll be good as new.

Sept. 14, ‘09