Clever little girl in blue
Makes giant bubbles just for you.
Watch the bubbles flying high
Up into the clear blue sky.
Imagine you could climb inside one;
What a thrill if you could ride one.
Floating up above the town,
Never wanting to come down.
Drifting over land and sea;
How exciting that would be.
Reach the moon and fly right round,
Then slowly float back to the ground.
It’s time for tea with jam and bread,
Then, tired but happy, off to bed
I'm tired but happy
In Dakak Beach where I may
On Politics Day.
How I would love to dance with you along the Naples bay,
And then escape towards our restaurant beyond the archway.
Listen, as they play love songs with gusto on the mandolin
As Peppinello prepares the dough which in a round form he'd spin.
Outside, a young lass dances with flare her tarantella.
And everyone shouts with glee "Give us more gracious Stella."
Meanwhile Peppinello always ready to cater for our taste
Suggested a Marguerita enough that would not go to waste.
And to counter the exquisite taste of our choice, a famous wine,
A red Oddero Barbera d’Alba, guaranteed to make a fine dine.
Satiated with our fine food we go for a short stroll.
The famous Castel dell'Ovo being our primary goal.
It is already deep night and on the sea stars shine bright.
Tired but happy we return to our hotel for the night.
Seems life is a little harder these days
through no fault of our own
times are tough all over the place
for some it’s the worst we have known.
Things are not as convenient or easy
as they were in days gone by
Cheating and stealing are the way now
No morals or values apply
But can’t we dream of a day to come
When integrity will shine through
and people will remember the simple things in life
the happy memories we once knew.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have that feeling
inside when you go to bed at night
to be tired but happy in closing your day
and knowing that you did everything right.
I’m not trying to push anything on you
But think of it if you will
If it couldn’t hurt but to do it
try this, it might fit the bill.
It’s just that easy to make happen
to bow our heads morning and night
Our lives could be so much better
Certainly, a lot less of a fight.
So take the time in the morning
to thank the Lord for this day
and again in the evening remember
simply bow your head thankful, and pray.
12/2016
Senior Day
Sun hat check
Walking shoes check
Water bottle check
Off to wisconsin state fair
For a fun time with two daughters;
Handicapped parking
That's new
Walker in tow
That's new too
But I'm okay with that
Still here
Still kicking
Still having fun
Loaded tater tots?
Yes please
Shared with girls
Such delight
Mile mall
Hats purses shoes
And a wii t-shirt
For me
That's cool
Wisconsin cheese curds
That's a must
No matter the price
Eating a food lust
Off to hear music
So many bands
Water street brewery
Where we land
Table for us
Umbrella and all
The orphans are playing
We are staying
Hot dog on a stick
Wrapped in curly potato
With bacon bits
Relish mayo ketchup
Cheese mustard sides
Six dollars please
No problem yummy
Off to more music
A band called the toys
Laughter singing
Hand dancing for me
Girls dancing free
Winding down the day
We head to the cream puffs
A fair staple we buy
Tired but happy memories made
Patricia Lynne
August first 2014
Ladies and gentlemen from the city!
I have a special proposal for you.
You mustn’t miss the opportunity -
Today I am selling dreams that come true!
Prick up your ears and line up here.
You really won’t pay dearly for them.
Nothing is at a high price – don’t fear!
You can afford them – It’s a real gem!
I can choose diverse dreams for each of you
And find something special for broken hearts,
For the disappointed – today it’s new –
This sort is limited in several parts!
Watch out! Don’t push your way and mind your turn!
I can’t manage to pull them off a shelf.
I am tired but happy – my cheeks burn...
Stop! I have to keep a dream for myself...
I remembered the dark clouds rushing by,
the first rain drops falling on a hibiscus flower,
the soft, breezy winds blowing our hair;
I dragged you in the rain, we walked, we sang,
we danced passionately in the wet sand;
you tripped on something, falling into my arms;
drenched and intoxicated with love, we surrendered;
the rains continued to tease.
Tired but happy, we gazed at the beautiful clouds,
sitting beside the laughing waves,
huddled lovingly in each other's arms.
We waved at the distant ships,
making sand castles in the sand,
weaving countless dreams for our future.
The winds of the monsoon played around us,
the salt from the sea brushed our lips;
I saw your face, flushed with happiness;
smiling at your desire to stop the time.
The monsoon left as it came;
nothing remains except some meaningless memories,
and an old crumbling hibiscus flower,
lying abandoned within a faded book.
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