Day: September 21, 2018

The leaves of green they come in Spring, life is good and songbirds sing. Summer leaves sure have it made, lemonade out in the shade. For Winter leaves they take a nap, while snow is on the weather map. Fall leaves drop like freakin’ fountains, makes me rake huge leafin’ mountains.    

“H” is for Happiness one cannot Find, when Rage Trumps attempts to Truly be Kind. “A” is for Anger that Builds within One, and Leads to Assault with Fist or a Gun. “T” is for Terror that Others sure Feel, when One has such Fury it Doesn’t seem Real. “E” is for Empathy felt For … Read moreH-A-T-E

Two squirrels sitting on our deck, might seem sweet but wait a sec, they chew the wood – they make a mess, they are a pain – we must confess. They scold us some when we are out, but it’s our deck – what’s that about? When they’re around they’re clearly talky, and you can … Read moreTwo Squirrels

We’re curious about “The End”, for some it could be ’round the bend. Curtains, passing, the Grim Reaper, turns into the final sleeper. Be it up or be it under, to be sure no need to wonder. Far before you do arrive, your fate is set while you’re alive.

Solitaire to pass the time, or you could just write a Rhyme. Be it words or be it cards, they’ll help you gain those mental yards. In both you play a game of one, satisfaction when you’re done. More challenging – will here’s a clue, with words there’s more that fifty-two.  

Geraldine the Christmas Gnat, on Santa’s ear she proudly sat. Obscure in Christmas royalty, but don’t dismiss her loyalty. She has an army serving strong, to tell if you’ve done right or wrong. She’s key to Santa’s northern pack, important news she’s keeping track. Her soldiers serve her far and wide, with true devotion and … Read moreGeraldine the Christmas Gnat

Composed this Rhyme to pass the time to make a point it’s not a crime. Some use time to catch a fish, some use time to bake a dish. Some use time to hunt a bird, some use time to read a word. Some use time to hike a trail, some use time to set … Read moreIdle Time

Nothing like a carriage ride, though the Christmas night we glide. Lights a glitter all around, Plaza is a site renowned. Bundled up we are not cold, extra blankets on we hold. Photo taken marks the way, that we spent our Christmas day.  

There was a time when drinking beer, is what I craved and held so dear. I’d party well into the night, and sometimes ’til the morning’s light. But now I’m pushing seventy, and memories flow steadily. I wonder after all these years, why I threw back all those beers?

I just can’t get enough it seems, of this face that truly beams. Seen here in a candid shot, a point in time she has been caught. Young and eager to learn more, to seek the answers and explore. Whatever future she has planned, I’ll be there with a helping hand.