Camping Down By The Shore, Waiting For The Son To Rise
Pulls our Hopes Daylight Islands Now Appear
Time prevails Night Is Gone Chased by Son in the Sky
Back Far Back, From A Place I Saw, Silver And Golden Islands I Have Known.
Mackinaw Son Bring Me Back; Bridge Motors people Dash Up, Let's Not Rush And Waist Our Chances. Pull Out Your Maps with The Sun Star LIght we'll Go
They'll Give Us a Hope that grows with the Morning light;
They'll help us to know and show where our Parents led.
Look how The Islands Glow, .... Mackinaw Michigan's The Place sure I know
Camping Down By The Shore, Waiting For The Son To Rise
Pulls Our Hopes daylight Islands now appear.
time Prevails night is Gone Chased by Son In the Sky
Back Far Back from A place I Saw
Silver And Golden Islands I have Known
Till We've Skippered And Anchored Safe Again At Home!
Camping Down By The Shore!
The Dish Man
There’s a man on the roof across the way;
Walking with a sure-footed gait
What is he doing there, I wonder.
He is entertaining to say the least.
He trods and throws a big dish down,
I watch his every move;
He is frozen to the bone, I think,
Mackinaw, hat and gloves.
I go to the kitchen to get a snack,
When I come back, he is gone.
Did he fall off that roof, slide down,
Or fly away, the dish, too, is not there!
Did that dish become a magic carpet ride?
Did he swoop through the winter clouds?
Will he join a drone, take another home?
Find a friend and a fireplace fire?
Such are the musings on a cold wet Saturday afternoon,
Without him, what am I to do?
Watch cable?
Love pasta dishes, they're yummy in the tummy
Must be part Italian, checked with my mummy
She said "once was a guy"
Holy mackinaw that's why
Finally the reason but that ain't funny
I woke this mornin' anticipatin' a steamin' cup o' joe,
But peerin' out the winder I saw piles and piles of snow!
My, oh my, how I pined to live in sunny Arizony,
But no, the missus insisted we retire in Colorady!
I would've much preferred to continue my cozy snooze,
But duty called so I donned my mackinaw and overshoes.
For a while that savory cup o' java I must forego,
And attack the mounds of blowin' and driftin' snow!
Facin' me was three foot drifts of that fluffy stuff.
I knew I was in for a challengin' huff and puff!
Neighbors greeted each other with frosty hellos,
Then all dug in with shovels and flyin' elbows!
I had the sidewalk and driveway very nearly cleared,
When comin' around the bend, a roarin' truck appeared!
'Twas the county snow removal guy and with a silly grin,
Heaped snow back upon my driveway much to my chagrin!
After a couple of cups of coffee that I had consumed,
I agin tackled the drive which needed to be exhumed!
This snow shovelin' thing was sure gettin' out of hand,
But I reckon I could be in Arizony shovelin' driftin' sand!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Marlboro Man
Autumn's over.
Wheat cake odors flood
the wood front porch. Andrew Block,
in mackinaw and overalls,
tamps first tobacco of the day
and estimates his morning.
In an open field
beyond McDiver's Creek
Andrew Block can see his colt,
palamino apricot and snow,
nip grass between great gallops
and the shock of trees.
Donal Mahoney
McDiver’s Creek
Autumn’s over.
Wheatcake odors flood the wood
front porch. Andrew Stock,
in mackinaw and overalls,
tamps first tobacco of the day
and estimates his morning.
In an open field beyond McDiver’s Creek
a colt, palomino apricot
and snow, nips grass between
great gallops and the shock of trees.
Donal Mahoney
Kentucky Dawn
Autumn’s over.
Wheat cake odors flood the wood
front porch. Andrew Block,
in mackinaw and overalls,
tamps first tobacco of the day
and estimates his morning.
In an open field
beyond McDiver’s Creek
Andrew Block can see his colt,
palomino apricot and snow,
nip grass between
great gallops and the shock of trees.
Donal Mahoney
I woke this mornin' anticipatin' a steamin' cup o' joe,
But peerin' out th' winder, I saw piles an' piles uv snow!
My oh my, how I pined to live in sunny Arizony,
But no, spouse insisted we retire in snowy Colorady!
I would've much preferred to continue my cozy snooze,
But duty called so I donned my mackinaw an' overshoes.
Fer a while that savory cup uv java I must forego,
An' attack th' mounds uv blowin' and driftin' snow!
Facin' me wuz three foot drifts uv that fluffy stuff.
I knew I wuz in fer a formidable huff an' puff!
Neighbors greeted each other with frosty hellos,
Then all dug in with shovels and flyin' elbows!
I had th' sidewalk an' driveway very nearly cleared,
When comin' 'round th' bend a roarin' truck appeared.
Wuz th' county snow removal guy an' with a silly grin,
Heaped snow back on the driveway much to my chagrin!
After a couple uv cups uv coffee that I had consumed,
I agin tackled th' drive which needed to be exhumed!
This snow shovelin' thing is sure gittin' out uv hand,
But I reckon I could be in Arizony shovelin' driftin' sand!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
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