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I like to watch skeins of geese flying in the autumn sky,
And I like the smell of frying bacon and luscious cherry pie!
I like to see the sun tinting Pikes Peak's crown in the early morn,
And the glorious Colorado sky as the sun ends its daily bourne!
I like to feel the tug of a rainbow trout on my fishing line,
And graceful garlands of snow adorning a ponderosa pine!
I like quiet evenings with my spouse nigh a warm and glowing fire,
Where we reminisce and dream of things for which we would aspire!
I like family reunions with my kids, grandkids, uncles and aunts,
And this may sound curious, but I like sharp creases in my pants!
I like to sit on the patio to muse and watch the squirrels at play,
And I like to go to church for inspiration, fellowship and to pray!
I like to listen to classical music or bury my nose in fascinating book,
And take leisurely evening strolls along a rushing mountain brook!
I like ice cream, tater chips, meatloaf, Brussels sprouts and chicken fried,
And I like the American flag that I shall always salute with pride!
I like it when the Denver Broncos and the Colorado Rockies win!
(But, alas, neither team is doing that well, much to my chagrin!)
I like to hear the rolling thunder and rain gently falling on my roof,
And the rhythmic clip-clop upon the pavement of a horse's hoof!
I like barbeques and fireworks in the park on Independence Day,
And the mulitude of stars winking at me from the Milky Way!
I like the smell of roses and the rejuvenation of April showers,
And I like work - I can sit and watch it for hours and hours!
I like the charm and beauty of a little child's beguiling grin.
I like Laurel and Hardy and Jack Benny with his squawking violin!
I like to socialize with folks with can-do attitudes and high ambitions!
(I like most everything I reckon, 'cept sloven schmucks and politicians!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
"Better days" Part Two
Down and broke. Had no mattress on the floor, sleeping on the tiles, got frosted and caught a flue.
Had nothing to eat, no Hope just chaotic predicaments, confrontations and a season of hard luck. Tears on granny' s face and no fees for the kids.
But one day!
It all changed, it was the rebirth of Jonah to David the Victor, the Survivor!
Those days gone, now a memento l cannot quite recall, it does not matter for today is a new day.
A new dawn, luck on my side, cloud nine my couch. No more hunger pain!
Pockets deep like the Pacific ocean.
'Every dog, has it's day.' That's what they say and it is indeed true.
Blessings on blessings, doors opening quick, swift decisions. Buffets, Barbeques and lots of treasure like a Lepacon' s layer.
Betters days!
Good morning Australia!
How are you...? Gday!!!
It's our favourite day of the year
And a national public holiday!
The weather is fantastic
And the days fully packed
Lots of great things to do
And the eskies fully stacked
Important things to remember..
The old slip, slop and slap.
Slip on a shirt, slop on sunscreen..
And slap on a hat!
The barbeques are all fired up..
The crowds are building up fast.
The footy is being kicked around..
And the kids are having a blast!
Turn your radios up real loud..
Sing along in your best voice.
It's the Australian National Anthem..
Come on now.... Let's rejoice!
The night sky is starting to darken..
And the momentum starting to build.
For the best sky-show fireworks..
Everyone watching will be thrilled!
So when the night is over..
Be trueblue and do the right thing.
Please keep Australia beautiful..
And put your rubbish in the bin!
Millions used to roam across Africa’s plains,
But, sadly, not one Gazebo still remains,
Yes, unfortunately, they are now extinct,
Their fate and Man’s greed, clearly linked.
Treasured for their waterproofed hides,
Used as Marquees by jetsetters and blushing brides,
Eyelets used to mask inappropriate holes,
Their thin straight legs used as supporting poles.
The world’s appetite for awnings was immense,
Pressure on their survival became too in-tents,
Most were poached - but some were boiled,
Corruption rife and palms were oiled.
Did I detect tears in Attenborough’s eyes,
As his films captured the Gazebos sad demise?
Let the whole world learn from this,
Not allow species to head into an abyss,
Never let us again, our powers abuse,
Just so we can enjoy shaded barbeques!
Summer is real and stress free for children
The kind of stuff I would like to feel again
Magic days of battles and fun
Stories at camp and hills to run
Sports and invention were there always
Lounging in the pool taking in the warm days
No worries and cares even entered my mind
Now a days it gets harder to find
The same feelings I used to get when
My hair waved hello and goodbye to the wind
Barbeques and board games are a kind jest
To all your friends and make them the best
Spray of the hose and water guns made me laugh
Our fishing poles were at the ready to cast
These days are getting tough with work and bills
One day I will find a way back to a time that fills
With Summer
Wakey, wakey, shakey, shakey, earth is quakey, quicky, quicky, git up head down feet up turn round, then do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, then turn your inside out -- Far Out!
Shakey, shakey, wakey, wakey, bakey, bakey, shake and bakey. Lakey lady lava cover, spilling over pithy pity.
Lady lava Lava Lady is Liquid Dating, with backyard barbeques getting her dance card filled up down at the Jam Bury your town hold down slow glow from no-town favorites, Let Us Nights end in pits, singing "On and On." See her glowing revues.
Come 'on 'ear duh noize, gurlz rock' 'em boize, make sure you use the real McCoys, oh, whoa, yeah, yeah--NOIZE!
You know they come in threes, you can feel it in the breeze, you see coconut fall off the trees, oh, whoa, yeah, yeah.
Quakey wakey mighty tidy, surf you jerks, the waves are crazy, topsy turvy--move away curvey. Itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-bikini'--OOPS (pass your bedtime)
Today, I was reminiscing about Independence Day celebrations of yesterday,
And how happy throngs commemorated the day as compared to today.
Corona virus and rowdy mobs have seized our orderly domain;
I'm left wondering! Will the Fourth of July ever be the same again?
I recall home-town parades with John Deere tractors and prancing horses;
Marching men and women in uniform representing our armed forces;
Will this year, unruly rabble riot and treat Old Glory with disdain?
I'm left wondering! Will the Fourth of July ever be the same again?
I recall flags displayed along Main Street undulating in the air;
And spirited Sousa tunes played by the high school band with flair;
I recall picnics in the park and backyard barbeques with friends and kin;
I'm left wondering! Will the Fourth of July ever be the same again?
I recall concerts by the Philharmonic Orchestra in Memorial Park;
And the magnificent fireworks later when daylight turned to dark;
Will this year, misguided goons topple historic monuments they consider vain?
I'm left wondering! Will the Fourth of July ever be the same again?
I have many fond memories of The Fourth in my nearly nine decades,
Teaching my kids the significance of the day and marching in parades.
I pray the courage of The Founders will not have been spent in vain.
I'm left wondering! Will the Fourth of July ever be the same again?
Bob Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Cocktail party, only we renamed them barbeques.
I still do not want to be here, dragged by a so-called friend.
It is free food, he had a point there.
He drops me immediately, heads toward the dazzling ones.
I am worse than common.
I sit in a corner, listening to music I despise, hoping no one talks to me.
I am on my third plate of food when someone plunks down.
What do you do?
I do lots of things.
For a living?
I am a writer.
Her face turns weird. She begins to laugh. Excuses herself. Wanders off.
No doubt looking for a lawyer or a doctor.
This is not a soiree’ for the unemployed.
Two minutes later someone else plunks down.
She does not stay long either. I am not interesting, not dazzling, not anything.
Just a writer, who writes. Nothing more.
If I did not have a compulsion to do it, I might do something else.
But for right now, this is me, and I am it.
I take out my notebook and begin making fun of them on paper.
A brand new candidate got elected
The present incumbent got ejected
Lambasted and rejected
‘Tis another novel dawn in America
‘Tis another extraordinary day at the plaza
Of love, unity, justice, far from any drama.
The streets are full of happy citizens
The children are playing safely in the streets
Bring the flags; bring the food and the sheets
To have festive barbeques under the tents
‘Tis the time to be elated
A new President got anointed.
There is a patriotic rainbow in the sky
America's nightmare is indisputably over
Our hope is well, reborn, alive and high
‘Tis another dawn of togetherness and power
Power to the People who've been yearning for better days
Long live America! It's time to wane the blaze and the haze.
Copyright © November 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Summertime involves barbeques and picnics,
baseball games, swimming, and dogs fetching sticks.
Pitching tents and sharing the ground with slugs,
centipedes, and other assorted bugs.
As twilight wanes, female mosquitoes thirst
for blood: vying for who will bite you first.
And at sunset, as evening breezes warm,
clouds of annoying gnats begin to swarm.
Ebony fields showcase flashing fireflies,
blinking in and out like sparks on the rise.
As creepy crawlers stir in the moonlight,
crickets break the silence imposed by Night.
The morning mist dribbles droplets of dew
on blades of grass that green grasshoppers chew.
And as butterflies sip nectar, first light,
dragonflies flex cellophane wings for flight.
Summertime's menagerie of insects
includes artists, farmers, and architects.
Alive, yet as beautiful as a gem:
we get to share this blue marble with them.