EVER EXPANDING

There is a house we pass on the way,
Doing some of our errands,
Typical old building I’d say,
Times sands,
Have spared it in a way.

The street it is on, north and south bound,
Wasn’t there when it was built,
And I expect,  though sound,
The east west road was gravel on silt.

Back then it was way out of town,
Come summer, a ritzy house,
For “The Unsinkable Molly Brown,”
Probably among the myriad cows.

It is now a place for events,
Mid the hustle and bustle,
Of commerce, developments dense,
Too much traffic to hear the leaves rustle.

The suburbs are now busy urbs
From crown of blacktop,
To cement curbs,
Will it ever stop ?

BACK IN TIME

Waking slowly,
Remembering birthday near,
Just a  kid now, lowly,
Tenth I’ll soon clear.

Nose is drinking cold air,
Pine scented,
To  my nose a scent fair,
I notice I am tented.

I can hear the creek,
Burbling, babbling,
 Trying for peace to seek,
I waken scrabbling for clothes.

Smell of coffee and bacon,
Accelerates  my motions,
Kidneys achin’
Find a bush to pay my devotions.

And then mountain breakfast,
Carefully doled out coffee,
Is poured at last,
For me.

And then the world  is mine,
All of it I can see,
To wander the brush and pine,
Oh,  could I again a kid be ?

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.

THERE’S NEWS

This October e’en,
Across our land,
Young  folks can be seen,
Carrying on tradition grand.

The news ?
It’s time for boos,
Rather than booze !

     And there were more,
Didn’t count,
Maybe a score,
Some were frightful,
None were a bore,
All nicely sightful.

BOON COMPANION

Across the street from me,
Is a tree,
In the fall ’tis easy to see,
Somewhat alike we be.

Somewhat drunk the trunk,
Skinny gnarly limbs bare,
Almost bare on top, I thunk,
But still the glee  is there !
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I watched this tree come green in the Spring
And its glorious canopy of green,
Till in the Fall the leaves shimmered in gold,
Till they began to fall,
Much is to be seen,
‘Twixt the two of us,

Perhaps ?

WHAT’S WRONG WITH PICTURE ?

Looks like an agreeable chap,
Something not quite right though,
Something missing, big flap,
After, did it right,  had a go.

Not too obvious,
Perhaps noticed only by the snobious,
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Got clothes on,  suspenders,  watch, hearing aid in sight.
Had my oxygen with me,
Just blown my nose and while my head was light,
I had to see,
The fun in sight.
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My cannula (oxygen tube)  in sight
at my throat,but  it was tucked
              under my chin ere being returned
where it belonged.

This old man is a dingbat !

THOSE LAST DAYS

Of warmth and greenth,
Soon to change,
With coolth,
And the appearance of mange.

We enjoyed doing errands today,
As our track,
Went by two parks, on the way,
Over and back,
Same route.

Trees changing, it is plain to see,
But the grass is still green,



During the work day,
Humans scarce enough,
Bet they’d have their way,
And do picnic stuff.

Two parks, two lakes in a string,
Along I-70 interstate,
Always a treat for me,
Scenery so great.

Then on the way home, we face a choice,

Wadsworth Blvd and home ?
Or on to the Western Slope ?
It would be so fun to roam,
But trying to not be a dope,
I again opted for home.