HOT. The End. Huh? What? No? Not the end? Nope. Sorry. It ain’t over yet. Still HOT. More HOT. Even HOTTER. HOT. Hace calor hoy. And tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. ‘Tis summer. ‘Tis the season. ‘Tis August. Il fait chaud. Dry, too. Drouthy. Drains the wells. And one’s energy. Dries up the […]Read more "AGUA ES MEJOR"
Cash? Credit card? Debit or credit? No one writes a personal check anymore. Paper or plastic? In some places that question has disappeared. You bring your own. Or else buy a bag. Leaded or unleaded? That, too, has disappeared. No one pumps gas anymore. With or without fries? How would you like that cooked? […]Read more "ANY QUESTIONS?"
Rollin’ rollin’ rollin.’ Keep them dogies rollin.’ No time to understand ’em. Just try to rope and brand ’em. Move ’em out. Bring ’em in. Round ’em up. And speaking of round up. Round-Up Weekend is comin’ up. Yessir. July 12th and 13th. It’s the 55thAnnual Round-Up. But then, who’s counting? One thing’s for sure. […]Read more "SMALL TOWN APP"
O Beautiful. For spacious skies. And freedom everywhere. O say can you see And the rockets’ red glare Gave proof through the night. That we were alright. Fourth of July. According to Wikipedia, “Independence Day, commonly known as the Fourth of July, is a federal holiday in the United States. It commemorates the adoption of […]Read more "FREE FOR ALL"
Somewhere it’s five o’clock. And somewhere it’s NOT 90 degrees. Wonder where that is… Possibly the other side of the world. Since it’s Winter in the Southern Hemisphere. June, July, and August. Down under. Australia. New Zealand. In the Andes. Patagonia. Antarctica. Not all of them get snow and ice. Except Antarctica. And that’s year […]Read more "SUMMER APP"
The days are clear, Day after day, When April’s here, That leads to May, And June Must follow soon: Stay, June, stay! – If only we could stop the moon And June! —Christina Georgina Rossetti O well. Nobody can stop time. That’s the way it goes. First your money. Then your clothes. But […]Read more "KEEP COOL!"
“I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her […]Read more "CAN YOU MAKE A TREE?"