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The frightful storm is o'er, now all is so serene.
Mellow moonbeams now enhance this wondrous wintry scene!
Across the celestial dome, stars twinkle so very bright,
Adding more luster to this magnificent moonlit night!
The gaily festooned sleigh glides silently o'er the snow,
Laden with festive revelers, faces all aglow!
Svelte steeds trot steadily o'er snowy hill and dell.
Melodic tunes chime merrily from each tiny harness bell!
The family snuggles under heavy robes clad in bright apparel.
Dad sings a little off-key as Mom leads in joyous carol!
Mom keeps hot cider flowing to fill each empty mug.
Recalling days of yore, Dad slyly steals a tender kiss and hug!
The kids urge Dad to make the horses go a little faster.
"No", says he, "with drifts ahead we'd surely court disaster!"
So they settle back continuing their excited, breathless chatter,
Lulled by the swaying sleigh and the hooves rhythmic clatter!
Alas, the happy excursion must come to a reluctant end.
Glowing candles light the windows of home just around the bend.
Beckoning gleeful sojourners to gather by the glowing fireside,
To recount the exhilaration of a memorable moonlight ride!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Mom’s Tree House Apartment
Step inside, warm feelings greet you…
On the entryway wall, President Kennedy signed a condolence letter
from 1962, addressed to my Grandma, thanking her for Grandpa’s service in WW1.
Below, perched on an old credenza, the Milk Glass Chicken still delights her
grandchildren with a treat hidden in the Baby Chick alongside!
Glancing to the right, Dad’s Rosary collection (much used) hangs majestically,
a reminder of long-gone family members from cloistered communities, Mom
and Dad revered.
In the living room, above the expansive soft couch that always finds a family member
dozing peacefully after a long-journey home, a massive burl wood frame cradles
A fox -hunting lodge scene, with participants positioned around a blazing hearth,
regaling the hunt, while enjoying a pint.
Consuming Dad’s last days, I joined him for countless hours deciphering every person
In the painting, assigning rank and position to each, with intense minor details,
Joyously discovered, as if for the first time! A memory Dad possessed from his youth,
fox-hunting with his Dad.
In her bedroom, along the wall, Dad’s English Saddle, gallantly laden with his favorite
things, settles the atmosphere.
I pick up his favorite red hoody, and still inhale his courage.