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Your strength is amazing,
My dearest of friends.
Your positive statements
And encouraging ways,
Provide me with comfort
And that I contend,
Is the great strength,
You've provided to me
Will last for an eternity.
My love to you JoAnn

Windy blowing snow
Drifting over the Daffodils
Tranquil serenity

I have been here for quite awhile
And I always did, like to smile,
Seeing all the grey squirrels at play.
I would feed them every day,
Unsalted peanuts, in the shell,
Not realizing the landscaping hell,
That awaited me on the ground.

Discarded peanut shells did abound,
All over the garden and planting space.
The very puzzled look on my face,
When finding what I had begot,
As peanut shells aren't inclined to rot.
I still wanted some peanuts to feed,
So I pulled nuts from the bird seed.
They were in the garage in a bag,
And I passed by noticing a sag.
I knew that something was nigh,
The hole in the bag, had caught my eye.
I fixed that problem by buying a bin
Of plastic, to keep the bird food in.
It wasn't too long, for notice I did,
That a squirrel had chewed on the lid.
Clever creatures they are, my thought to begin
So I purchased a small container, made of tin.
I no longer provide nuts, you see
And the squirrels no longer visit with me.

After the great World War, WW II
My Dad bought a tavern
On 45th Ave, close to the U.
The name I recall, from the past
Was the Looking Glass.
A small little place
For as you walked in the door,
The bar was on the left
And booths on the right.
It wasn't unusual
For the Veterans to fight.
I would go with my Dad
After church, on Sunday morn
And sit at the bar
As Dad worked. I drank a coke
And could smell the sour spilled beer.
Vivid memories, do my mind clog,
I ate a pickled Polish Dog.
Years have passed
And the Tavern is still there,
With a different name.
Stopped in one time on our way
From a Soccer match at Lower Woodland.
Same place, Walk in the door
Bar on the left and booths on the right.
Had a small beer, but skipped the dog
A great memory for that night.

Wind is blowing
yard art bells ringing
melodious sound

Slimy Slug
eating primroses
Sated

Fire Burning bright
through the evening light
white ash falling

Rabbit where are you
clumps of fur on the ground
Coyote

Wind and rain
Splattered panes
Dry inside

Light fades away quickly
As the darkness invades space
The shadows cover all.

Rabbit young rabbit
Eating in my home garden
Plant tops are now gone

My friend, I don't know about you
and I'm beginning to wonder about me.