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God’s been showing off
In my backyard
With shoots and sprouts
Springing up from the ground
With colors and design
That thrill and astound

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Fireflies dance and glow
Putting on luminescent show
And the spectacular spectacle of twilight
Shimmers and shines
Saluting the sacred reign of night

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In my backyard
I love to toil and work
Among the bizarre and the berserk
Befriending behemoth of the plains
As I make my home on the strange
To appease my every whim and quirk

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I trip and trod
Over trial and sod
Traversing test and turf
And transcending pokes and pricks
Occasionally having one that sticks
Making me shout
And thank God for the fix

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In my backyard
I run the Earth and chase the sky
I ride the wind
And race the butterfly

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The adventures never end
As I seek another conquest
Finding damsels needing to be saved
While fighting monsters real and pretend
And praying to escape unscathed

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You are welcome to visit,
Welcome to stay;
But you may or may not find me,
Because in my Backyard
….sometimes I get carried away!!!

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KINGFISHER

Kingfisher

Frogs

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Autumn falls heavy
across the plains,
Frost bites at the hide
and wicked winds
whip our pride and our manes;
Behold, I – the champion
of the lone prairie,
the noble Mustang stallion
running wild, running free;
Humbled only by Winter
tamed by her chilling touch
– it is only then
that I long to be
something else, something more;
I look to the skies
giving prayer and heavy sighs
and catch sight
of vacationing birds taking flight,
Traveling south for warmer fare
to destinations with sunny beaches
and tropical air;
I give a longing, “Neigh!”
and watch the frozen mist,
Dismissing the gravity
holding me at bay
My thoughts continue to drift
Spreading proverbial wings
till my frozen frame starts to lift
and I transcend Winter’s icy gate
as I become the Pegasus
flying far and away to migrate;
And though I will never be
Something I am not
I am still somehow comforted and warmed
……. by just the thought.

Flying Horses

My oldest daughter asked me, “Daddy, if horses had wings like a Pegasus, would they fly south for the winter?” So we went and asked our good friend Dink and this is the answer he gave us. Nothing like getting an honest word ……straight from the horse’s mouth.
May all your thoughts be warm and peaceful.

The Tango Tribe = >

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