94th Birthday!

The birthday party click to see the whole party, including Joni!

April is Lucy month

Song to a Dog

At first she's young and running wild, in flight.

Dark fur, to tail, to scruff, a happy snarl;

She patters through the cherry blossom beds,

And sniffs at all the earth's new growing blends,

While I must walk behind in quiet stride.

And then when Rubus bears its sweetened fruit,

The day may give more light to stop and think.

A mind matured, she does just so, and thinks.

Yet warmth and fun convince her, don't demur!

Race forth again; she flies into the dark.

Once orange glows, she truly starts to slow.

We lumber through, and crunching leaves, she slows.

A squirrel taunts and tricks, and still she slows.

Dark fur, to tail, to scruff, a laboured snarl;

Decrepit lassitude, I pull her on,

Now carry her across the whitened path,

And Beauty's Mother sits quite near and waits.

But we've not stopped just yet. I'd like to stand

Beneath deceased Sakura trees and think

Of how such things like these have come to pass.