Four Lines
Youth, when health is last and play is first believes we’re made of stainless steel and never worried how we’d feel, but age begs don’t make my back worse.</ -Lynne
Youth, when health is last and play is first believes we’re made of stainless steel and never worried how we’d feel, but age begs don’t make my back worse.</ -Lynne
The Pats did drop their last ditch pass and I was glad the Giants won, but football is not as much fun while play is first and health is last. -Lynne
Vast place, light bulbs, closed sky, hard grass under the dome of an oil drum, we watched Giants in Colt kingdom force the Pats to drop their last pass. -Lynne
I long for sunshine on my face, hot sand scorching my heels with heat, waters to wade lapping my feet, sun light, blue skies, soft sand, my place. -Lynne
Far summer seems too long to wait; while the sun shines its cold comfort and breezes freeze fingers for sport, I long for sunshine on my face. -Lynne
I feel distinctly second rate when winter skies are overcast. Spring breezes surely come full blast but summer seems too far to wait. -Lynne
Cold winter escapes do create old memories of summer sun, but thoughts of warm sand are no fun and feel distinctly second rate. -Lynne
Clean homes are not nature’s landscapes. Stack a pile of broken branches in your garden for the finches to create cold winter escapes. -Lynne
Cleansing, the new hygiene, creates a clean so clean it shines like rust. Soap and rags and bleach and brooms just clean our homes not nature’s landscapes. -Lynne
I interrupt this mess of guts to announce my sister’s birthday. Many good thoughts I send your way because, Schatzi, gifts cost too much. The mess in one’s gut is the clean of… Read More
