Old Mr. Groundhog  who always seemed to be around, playing with us kids  from sun up to sundown lived long ago, in the city of St. Paul, Minnesota; yes, the land of much snow.
With the city's children  he'd play each day, in parks, in every kindly way; a legacy carried over from his father's day.
He became well known all around, here and there,  the envy of parents, who really didn't care;  who had  no time to play,  but shunned their kids out, and would swear:
'...there's that crazy old man that lives down the street!'

Note by the author: "Here again is a poem from my youth, another poem unpublished, and found tucked away in and among my many papers lying about, and for the jest, or better put humor of it, I have placed it in this collection (of six recently found poems, from my first years of Jr. Sir High School days, and two poem from my Sr. High School days). I'll publish them one by one, and most likely put them into a future book, but for now you can read them first. This one here, "Mr. Ground, the Hog (1960)," was written I do believe when I was twelve-year old ((12 years old)). This is poem number #7 of #1390 poems to date written.

I first started writing poetry at the age of eleven, my first poem being "Who (1959)," which I found three years ago, after my mother had passed on. I will publish that also, which has never been published before and: "Typing (1962 #15)," written in 1962, and published in the book, "The Other Door," my first book, and the "Beyond Man (1964 #17)) written in Journalism Class, at Washington High School, 2nd year, I was 16-years old;" also "Old Man Jay (1960/61 #8)) written during my attending Como Park Jr. High School, in St. Paul, Minnesota. So there is a little history here. During this period I wrote between 17 and 20, poems, the rest I've yet to find."