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Going Up Garrowby Hill, by David Hockney
Robert L. Martin

The Joke’s on Rip

Rip Van Winkle after his 20 year sleep,
wakes up in February to go out for a walk.
He dons his winter coat and winter gloves
and goes outside to play in the snow.
 
“It sure is warm today. No snow. Where am I?
Did I sleep walk all the way down south?
I’m a hiker but not a sleeper hiker maniac.
Did July and February get mixed up somehow,
or maybe the sun just dropped down?”
Poor Rip and his conundrum. The joke is on him.

This poem is also for The Belt and Beyond

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