hot enough to split rocks
though, that July’s breeze was nice
so you were serious, London Dock and lemonade
because some dude at the dive bar last night said it was good
became our drink of the summer didn’t it
Let Me Practice Walking First
Tag: fun
In the Heat of the Moment
we used to catch grasshoppers on sun kissed Saturday mornings
between that and sliding down the hill on torn up cardboard our day was filled to the brim
laughing and carrying on in the void of time
taking trails and pathways in the forest to places we stored secrets and where monsters dwelled
sometimes, we’d blow kisses at dandelions sending them on journeys to who knows where
while shielding the sun from our brows to see where we should go off to next
my calculator watch blinks half past three, one hour til supper, still time to explore
the fish plant whistle sounds, and we look across the harbour just like the last time we heard it
this time a big boat captures our attention wondering what adventures they’ve had, how high were their seas and were there pirates
a seagull soars high squawking its return, coming back to us for a visit, it was never the same one….but we didn’t care
those days were hot, the ocean was cold, our little boy hearts warm
in the heat of the moment we thought the world stretched forever from the hillside where we perched and one day we would get to see the rest
for now, our world was big enough because our dreams were much much bigger
Something About Today # 2
I remember how long summer days were as a kid. It seemed as if there was time even between the seconds. – Ash
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Until…
Journal Entry 194 – Little Boys Of Summer
Adults follow paths. Children explore. – Neil Gaiman
Journal Entry # 191 – Being An Uncle, How Else Am I Supposed To Act My Age?
Children make you want to start life over. – Muhammad Ali
Bike Writer # 42 – Enjoy the Sandbox of Nature…it’s Free!
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. – Margaret Atwood
Dukes of Habit
Irish night
with a few black beers for luck
stood elbow to elbow
in the midst of strange drunkards
three sheets to the wind
placing little wagers before the clock struck
and the tender turns us away
like the last three nights we’ve been
Pool Boys
A cold beer ran down my lips, to my chin
in a moment I knew would last a lifetime
there was a pool table…balls racked
ready for a break
some girl singing on the radio
we both sang a few of the words
those we could remember
all night we competed
best in banter,
best in billiards,
best in brew,
but
never best in friends
that belonged to you
Journal Entry # 168 – Having fun is Axecellent!
When he worked, he really worked. But when he played, he really played. – Dr. Seuss
Earth To Ash 