My Seahawks “12” is lighted.
I’m all ready for the game!
Their start was not auspicious,
but I’m hopeful just the same.
My Seahawks “12” is lighted.
I’m all ready for the game!
Their start was not auspicious,
but I’m hopeful just the same.
This lullaby’s to help you sleep –
a gentle, soothing song—
with low soft words of comfort
meant to bring sweet dreams along.
Kids are killing kids at school.
Just toss Dad’s gun in your back pack.
Add it to your paper and pen
and the apple in your lunch sack.
I’d like to hear a touch of rain
splashing onto the window glass.
I love the summer sunshine,
but it’s time for it to pass.
It’s time for Northwest gloom and drizzle.
We’ve enough of heat and sizzle.
I’ve grown quite tired
of this summer spark.
I’m ready for Northwest
wet and dark,
I’ll play you a Ragtime melody.
I’ll play you a lilting song.
I’ll play you happy, dancing notes
to start your day along.
May Angels guard you as you sleep –
protect you through the night.
May sunbeams dance across your bed
as you wake to tomorrow’s light.
The forecast says:
More heat and sizzle.
I’m ready for
soft rain and drizzle.
We need a little gentle
and we need a little kindness
and we need to leave the vitriol
somewhere quite far behind us.
We need a little loving
and we need a little laughter
and we need some acts of caring
to be Happy Ever After.
I wish for you a happy day
of gentle, loving thoughts,
with butterflies o‘er blooming fields
of blue forget-me-nots.
Three per cent of COVID deaths are
persons vaccinated.
I hope the vaccine’s potency
has not been overstated.
I hope the ugly variants
don’t conquer the vaccine.
Or strand us in a curious place
just dangling in-between.
I hope I’m one of the 97
who makes it through alive.
No one knows with surety
who’ll manage to survive.