Ok, I'll try this and see how far it goes.
I'm very busy with my time right now. It seems that everyone has a piece of me, but I can only blame myself because I let them do it. Well this weekend will be a big relief. I'm going over to Coralville to spend time with my son. We'll be shooting some Sporting Clays and 5-stand and just plain enjoying ourselves. The next weekend I'm escaping up to the twin cities to spend time with my daughter and her husband, and my granddaughter
I promised my favorite neice another poem so I better get one in here.
The Crocus Tell
The crocus tell me winter is over
and the welling up of thin green fingers
tipped in yellow invite rabbits
to dine at the table of spring-plenty.
The clouds come too, and the rain, cold
as in November, yet with the promise
of renewal and life,
flowing down in rivulets
to clear, sweeter waters.
The prairie wind comes soft as
a kiss upon a young girls cheek,
then blusters across singing fence wire;
sirens that call, daring you to come out.
The warming sun climbs higher each day,
arcing towards the summer swelter
you know is due,
and you wonder how
it all seems new each year.
Gonna go and get some dinner.
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