THEY'RE ALWAYS THERE

Faithful to a Tee,
In darkness and daylight,
They're there for me,
Nearby heights are my sight,
North and South Table Mountains I can see.

Through smog and late afternoon,
The mysteries of shifting shadows,
Enchanted this child,  a boon,
That only this child knows.

Most of the time they're to be seen,
Through  wires and poles,
A screen,
To filter the wild from us moles.

They're there for me,
In all their beauty and mystery,
But this vagrant,
Does the impressionist bit you see,
Here in town where a tree he can see.

Thus,

GRAVY TIME

Having been through the mill,
Many, many times,
Chopped fine,  ground powdery,  but still,
My life cheerfully rhymes.

We have progeny alive,
They have progeny too,
Those people strive,
To propagate the family jive too.

Great Grandson Ian's birthday,
Four giant years old,
He's family,  in the dirt does play,
Like I did when young and bold.

His sister too, roams out side,
Such a sunny day today,
Her eyes wide,
At the joy broadside.

The unbelievable joy,
Of packages to unwrap,
Thrills this boy,
Which he proceeds to tap.

Then a fitting conclusion,
The gathering round of littles,
Mid  much confusion,
At table,  where the cake sittles. 

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Each time, each birthday of our kin takes me back,
To birthday excitement I've watched through the
years.    And so very happily too.

HEALING SPELL

Changeabout street is this way through town,
Speer Boulevard roughly follows Cherry Creek,
Mayor Speer made it a a thing of renown,
A scenic way to seek,
Serenity.

Southeast bound,
It does a funny thing,
It goes underground,
For a spell at Broadway,

So when headed to the east side,
Funneling our way,
I get an attitude adjustment wide,

Same sun shining out there,
But doom and gloom are left behind,
Happiness to spare,
Truly there is light to find,
At the end of the tunnel.

And then the reflected light did freakish things,
And did a Daliesque pic,
All mixed up, me in nature with wings.

If I tried for something like that,
It just wouldn't work,
It interests this brat,
Maybe I'm a jerk ? 

HOW SWEET IT WAS

Far away and many years ago,
By the Gulf we resided,
At times to the big lake we'd go,
Other times to the causeway we decided.

But there was water and fun,
With a choice of water fresh or salt,
A day of sweet air and sun,
And no one to halt,
A picnic of things we liked, one by one,
No one to fault us.

As the sun faltered and begtan to drop,
Clouds above, some like creatures,
Others resembling a ship,
We laid back and enjoyed the features,
Of what nature gave us  --  a bit of lagniappe !
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Of all natures creatures there we knew,   the two legged
natives became loved ones to us.