though memories fade,
i see clues everywhere
that you’re still around
–photo by me
though memories fade,
i see clues everywhere
that you’re still around
–photo by me
the mallards are back–
soon the pale yellow grass will
turn green with envy
–photo by me
i came upon some pelicans
all dancing on an isle,
and as i watched them thru the trees,
i couldn’t help but smile;
i thought it was the strangest thing
that i would ever see–
until they formed a conga line
and danced into the sea!
–photo by me
–photos by me
to me, an antique
is not merely
old
but truly unique
and may even
hold
an air of mystique
as precious as
gold
–photo by me
some faces
are prettier
than others,
some faces
are only loved
by mothers,
and some faces–
well, i’m just glad
i’m not a buzzard.
–photo by me
I’ll never understand why so many of the migrating birds come back to the northland when there’s still ice on the lakes. This is the time for them to find a mate and start a family, but they can’t build a nest out of ice. The only thing the early bird catches around here is a cold.
However, as a painfully shy kid back in high school, I understand the difficulties of initiating a courtship, and perhaps it’s the same with these early birds.
some fall in love
the moment they meet
while others come down
with a case of cold feet
–Photo by me
the lighthouse man known as ol’ ben
is highly esteemed among men,
and it’s easy to see
why the people agree
that he’s more than a fair-weather friend.
–photo by me
–photos by me
…and where do
old geese git to die?
ain’t neither
seen a one
come a-fallin’ from the sky
nor et by the sun.
–photo by me