HIGHWAY ROBBERY
BRONCOS HAD A VICTORY
NO SAYS REFEREE
Pictured rocks along water winds creativity
Grand Blanc, Michigan, USA.
Church of Latter Day Saints Set on Fire
Multiple Victims, Shooter is neutralized.,
Bless all courageous, first responders .
Trying to save all those valuable lives
I find them to be human wonders!
The shooting touches me with fear.
The church was totally full
With the story, I am experiencing tears.
Another attack on Americans trying to pray.
The entire huge church building is billowing smoke.
The USA Republic was not made to be this way.
Please check out legitimate sources ASAP..,
~ Thank You ~
Michigan is the best place to wear a sun hat.
As flowers floating around stick to the brim.
A park bench with a big tree provides even more shade.
So we surrender to the coolness.
Michigan is the best place to wear sandals.
To protect your feet from the little stones.
Try to walk barefoot for a while.
And grimacing as the harsh ground laughs.
Michigan is the best place to order ice cream.
Even though the lines are long in the summer.
We set our beach towels aside and line up anyway.
Eating ice cream to the sound of the lakes.
Michigan is the best place to buy a fudge scented candle.
And laugh about all those weird fall smells.
Then reminisce that we didn’t pay attention to summer smells.
We try to remember.
Tool boxes in the garage.
And a shed with mysterious cobwebs.
Things that are weathered.
The most forgotten parts of Michigan.
Michigan is the best place-
To stay for a while.
Rainbow's Bend,
Of Michigan,
Score's Light!
Rainbow's Bend,
Of Michigan's
.... God's, Might!
I wanna go back to Michigan
so I catch me some really good fish again.
The fish from any other U.S. lake
tend to give me such a bellyache,
that I can't wait to have a Michigan fish on my dish again.
When fall comes around.
We expect leaves on the ground.
But still, we see petals in the breeze.
Which reminds us of summer’s unease.
It’s September here in Michigan.
But it feels like August again.
I want to enjoy hot apple cider.
I want to see a Halloween spider.
I want to wear my favorite jacket.
But instead, I grab my tennis racket.
And go to the tennis court.
To play my favorite sport.
And embrace the heat Michigan has chosen.
I guess it’s better than being frozen.
Our game is cut short by an early sunset.
Which reminds me it is September, yet.
So we pack up and leave.
Watching fireflies around the eaves.
It’s still warm enough to sit outside.
To embrace summer and fall’s collide.
At the end of another summer day
Rainbow of deflated asses crotches and breasts strung along our deck railing
Flail like a Tibetan prayer flag
Under the smoky umbrella of burgers and brats
Grilling for dinner
Souls adrift from their left behind soaked skin
The sleeves and pantlegs re-begin
Arms and legs jog in place
In the cool lungs of a dry evening breeze
Moon sheen of shoulders and knees
Minutes before dawn
Creased pressed and ready for a new day
They kick and whisper rearrange themselves by order
A titter of
Generations past present and future
Here the people come!
Grandpa and grandma moms and dads sisters brothers
An army of kids teenagers to toddlers
Hurray! One by one
Like rays sprung from the sun
Once again
Off
The dried suits are plucked
Hot bodies slip back into place
Here we go
Body and soul
Made whole for another summer day
Of swimming.
I’m from Michigan.
I don’t know what I want.
So I just go to school in state to save money.
The money lives in a Michigan bank.
I cheer our school mascot.
At a football game and it rains and snows.
I’m from Michigan.
I’m as worried as the Great Lakes.
Someday, we’ll dry out together.
But for now.
We stay in a forgotten state.
I’m from Michigan.
We don’t put away our boots and coats.
Here in Michigan.
Instead, we close our eyes and feel a soft presence.
We jerk awake, in our hammocks.
To a dream of cold snow.
But it was just a dandelion on my nose.
There’s a wind, but it’s warm.
There are clouds but they’re wispy and bright.
So we fall back asleep.
It’s really too hot to be outside.
Here in Michigan.
But still, we fall back asleep.
And wake up to a weird bug on our shirt.
It’s really too hot to be outside.
But we pretend we like our summers.
Here in Michigan.
This chilly water I am sitting in.
Could it be Lake Michigan?
Slimy minnows in spurts.
Sharp stones that poke and hurt.
The sand is a bit harsh.
But exfoliates if you’re in a rush!
The breeze is a bit chilly.
The seagulls are a bit silly.
I get tangled in the seaweed.
And splashed by boats that speed.
But when we get tired, we always find the perfect tree.
A picnic lunch, with the best food you’ll see.
Until the wind tears our blanket away.
And that’s the end of our beach day!
Tear by on a Friday
Doing 75 down Sharon Road
Short cut up north through the federal woods
Back here
No one knows from US-127
About the clear-cutting as far as the eye can see
Or the heads of hills chopped off and rolling
And curves of road that’ve lost their will
To bend
A mailbox shakes in my scissor wake
With no house or driveway
Making claim of it
Hangs
On to the side of the road
Choked with scrolls of yellowed paper
Its little red arm
Up
Flailing
In my rearview mirror.
Washed up on the shore
agates sparkle and shine in
a hazy sunshine
Angelic in beauty
also in sound
flowing over tarnished rocks
carefree in the Lost world
known as the Upper Peninsula
tourist come from other states
just to explore, hike and sightsee
they're splendid beauty
Some decades past, perhaps two score
Was when my feet first walked in Dorr.
I give that town my due respect
With humbleness, I genuflect.
Yet when I’m asked where I was raised,
I see their eyes, perplexed and dazed.
As I announce, “Was raised in Dorr,”
Their jaws just drop and hit the floor.
And disbelief they cannot hide:
“I did not think you lived OUTSIDE!”
I do not know what could be worse,
Perchance coerce as I converse.
But now I’ve tailored my response,
(With perfect dose of nonchalance)
“I’ve lived in Dorr; it’s verified;
Just like our calves who lived outside.”
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