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The darkness is falling, as we leave the shore.
Going back to our ship, nothing more.
No one is talking but there is nothing to fear,
For we're in the "Whale Boat", the ship is near.
I see the Seaman, as I am looking aft.
Thank God we have a motor; not on a raft.
Pulling up to the ship, on the Port side, with care
(That's the left side for those unaware).
Climb up the ladder on to the deck,
Salute the Flag and Duty Officer, Oh Lord,
Requesting loudly, "Permission to come aboard?"
Down to our quarters, for bed time is near,
We're protecting our Country, Please don't you fear.

The water swirls and gushes
Over rock and stone.
I stand on the bank
But I'm not alone.
There are trees of Pine
And some Bramble bush,
While the water moves
Quickly, with melodic rush.
I stand there, fly rod in hand
Making cast after cast,
Seeing where the fly will land
In the right spot,
The back of the eddy.
With fingers touching the line,
I await and am ready,
For the tap, from a fish,
That wants this fine morsel.
If it bites, I'll have my wish
And soon be on my way,
With a most delectable fish.

Some yellow Columbine's bloomed into view.
A true color, exotic shape I see
And then another one, with a smaller flower,
Black as night and has the power
To keep me going; looking all around
And discover another Columbine, that does abound

If you encourage me to write,
It will bring new energy to me
And I will provide better writing for thee.
I'm not asking for you to like
But any comment, will help me
Write, more (or less) of what you see.
Is it my Ego, that asks you, of this
Or just one old person you might miss.
Comments will work just fine
I'll read them with a glass of wine.

Many years ago, I was a hunter.
Into the woods we would saunter,
Looking for Elk, on this particular date,
Which was opening season, in Washington State.
Walking quietly, through forest and glen,
This tested our manhood, way back then.
Moving along, I came to a dense thicket,
So heavy with trees, brush, thick like a wicket.
Moving along, as quietly as you please
Sometimes I had to get down on my knees.
Head down and moving quite slow,
I looked up, into the eyes of a Doe.
We were both surprised to see another
And we stopped to stare at each other.
Slowly, quite slowly, the Doe moved away.
She was the only animal I saw on that day.
Another day of not getting any meat
But a memory of encounter, was a treat.

Cascading water, a most peaceful sound.
No crowds of people, hanging around.
Colored blanket, laid on the ground,
A picnic lunch with meat, cheese and thine
Along with a few bottles of wine.
What more could I ask on this day
But to enjoy the moment, in this way.

A midnight meeting; a rendezvous,
A quiet setting, for me and you.
Excitement as blood coursed thru my veins.
The sight of your beauty still remains
Locked in back of this aged mind,
Recalling you. Your exotic way,
To this day, I must now praise,
The friendship, that was ours to choose.
Still remains here, win or lose.

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NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

These three bright nebulae are often featured on telescopic tours of the constellation Sagittarius and the crowded starfields of the central Milky Way. In fact, 18th century cosmic tourist Charles Messier cataloged two of them; M8, the large nebula just left of center, and colorful M20 on the top left. The third emission region includes NGC 6559 and can be found to the right of M8. All three are stellar nurseries about five thousand light-years or so distant. Over a hundred light-years across, the expansive M8 is also known as the Lagoon Nebula. M20's popular moniker is the Trifid. Glowing hydrogen gas creates the dominant red color of the emission nebulae. In striking contrast, blue hues in the Trifid are due to dust reflected starlight. Recently formed bright blue stars are visible nearby. The colorful composite skyscape was recorded in 2018 in Teide National Park in the Canary Islands, Spain.

Photo by Emilio Rivero Padilla

Rain falling
Puddles all around
Wet feet

Did I tell you or just suppose,
That I have my grandfather's nose?
What does that mean, you ask of me?
It just another part of our heredity.
To borrow the looks, face or hair
From others of which I'm not aware.
Truly a marvel, in this day and age,
When as we get older, we become a Sage.