There are so many unintended consequences from arbitrarily moving the clock. What does “High Noon” mean any more? Do we need to change the name of the movie because “high” now comes at 1:00 p.m.? It doesn’t have the same ring to it. If our military folks go into battle and someone yells, “Bogies at 12 o’clock high,” where do they look: straight ahead or 30 degrees to the left? I just don’t feel this was well thought out.
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I am sure the choice was wise.
I guess the plan was putting
Much more sun up in the skies.
I’m not sure where they find it,
This extra hour of sun;
But I'll try to find a way
To use it that is fun.
Perhaps I will go fishing with
My extra hour of light.
I’d rather fish in sunshine
Than splash around at night.
My wife thinks I should stain the house
This spring when it gets warm.
And now that extra hour of light
Will do the wood more harm.
So I had better make a plan
As soon as temps will let,
To find the bucket, stir the stain,
And get the ladder set.
But wait, that would be spending time.
That wasn’t the intent.
When they named it “saving time,”
The message clearly sent
Was that we should be saving it,
And yet it isn’t clear.
Was it daylight, or the hour,
We should save this time of year?
And the hour I was told to save,
Came ’tween two and two.
At that hour, at my age,
There’s not much you can do.
The clock says it is morning;
I can’t get it through my head.
Right now I’d trade my daylight
For an extra hour in bed.