poetry - jack sender - all of my life
Canoe, a small island off Denmark’s West coast.
Home to an international kite festival
and twenty thousand kites.
Chinese kites received a warm welcome.
People had color in the sky.
Entertainment and smiles abounded this weekend.
Sounds good to put on your calendar.
Kites galore, next year eh,
Full blown growing, you see green all the way down.
With clovers white dots spread through the lawn.
Don’t have to worry no light can shine in,
The bushes are too tall where the light’s been.
Yah yah a quarter.
dream it’s turned loose.
On downtown manana.
Flying free as a goose..
In a film i saw Cagney and Hope
knock ‘em down tap dancing.
i casually talked with Hope for fifteen or twenty minutes
and didn’t think to mention how hard they had worked..
that was a slip up.
I wanted to hear his comments.
Bed time I put on ear phones for my transistor radio.
The Guardians, formerly the Indians, were playing in San Diego.
A clean major league baseball field under lights - that’s beauty.
The first inning San Diego jumped in 4- 0.
No joy to start out.
I wasn’t going to listen to the whole game anyway.
Another day another game, Tom Hamilton, Cleveland’s play by play announcer, is a pleasure to hear.
The Guardians win will bring joy.
Summertime weather. Nothing like it.
Slow getting here this year.
This time of year is a perfect fit.
I know good times are near.
How about a marching band?
In line on the field playing their favorite tune.
Knowing their looking good
And having a powerful musical day.
Onion be gone, it’s breakfast time.
Dreamed in circles i did all night.
Peaceful on top of that.
Cloudy, warm and rabbits.
Getting to run same habits
On and over again.
Monotonous to an extent; without complaining.
Rigamarol is procedurally common place. Not out of place.
Those bunnies running circles have got me doing it.
I’ll pause to sharpen my blades to keep up with’em.
These words i sing.
God bless us everyone.
This June like years back
Is the time things grow.
This last a full night of storm struck.
I left the window open to a full rain fall.
Fields, animals and plants took it in.
A big drink for all my mother used to say.
Talk of drought has been slowed.
Plants will grow, and fields to be mowed.
i lost the final paragraph while i know i saved it. it has not happened for a while.
Jose hit three homers in the game.
Cheering for the fellow is deserved.
The stadium, for Guardians. Hurrah.
Rain today will break a long spell without.
We’ve NLB plus Little
that we look for daily.
They hang close by.
A sympathetic lawn and woods is why.
The neighborhood dogs stay away.
Our neighbors there deserve credit.
Thanks much folks for good work,
There, dog lovers, i said it.
the mystery of the whistles us so blatant
We can put thoughts about it
together with much difficulty.
Credit comes latent.
