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If we start we may not end
but, here it goes for a special friend.
In no particular order or rank,
too many people to mention and thank.

So lets move on to other things,
like a package waiting when the door bell rings.
The telephone beeps a call from our son,
One of the grandkid’s football team won.

The rain keeps coming in it’s endless streams,
but the crops and the flowers are happy it seems.
The lighting and thunder flash and clap,
While I lay on the couch just awoke from a nap.

The fire in its place gives out a warm glow,
and surrounds us with peace from head to toe.
You curled in the chair reading your book, 
Me thinking about what’s for dinner to cook.

Out the window I spy a hawk on a branch,
searching for dinner if he gets the chance.
The big dogs at your feet rise and shake,
It’s time to go out for a bathroom break.

Out on the porch the air is crisp and clean,
the dogs running and playing the usual routine.
Out in the fields the angus slowly move,
chewing their hay and apparently approve.

The ducks and geese in the pond below,
swimming in circles with chicks in tow.
Out she comes with a bottle of wine,
sets on the table and puts her hand in mine.

We sit on the porch as the sun slowly sets,
both of the same mind, no regrets.
Around the corner and onto my lap,
the old cat wanting a place to nap.

I have traveled far and wide,
I’ve seen most of Asia and swam in many tide.
Africa, Europe and islands I’ve been,
Thinking about it makes me grin.

In truth this journey I’ve been on,
to my pride five children spawn.
I’ve met people of every race and creed,
with some I argued but most agreed.

To me there is but only one race,
It is the human one we must embrace.
Yet let’s be ware that evil does exist, 
knowing Buddha, Mohamed and God persist.

This world we live in, big yet small,
amazing people who have answered the call.
Such a big planet with such amazing sites,
ancient cities, oceans and mountain heights.  

There’s nothing better than a full harvest moon,
yet me and the sun, we are in tune.
I wake to greet it most every day,
and stand and clap as it sinks into the bay.

My fortune is in the people I have met,
the fishing, hunting and nature kept.
Elk, moose, buffalo and bear have seen,
fished lakes, rivers and mountain steam.

However, in all of the world’s places I have seen,
countries, oceans and and fields of green,
My truest of all pleasures in life,
are on this farm, sitting next to my wife.
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