April 11
Grandson Xander got to see the fire station today. Eight five year olds and nine adults; I think the adults were as excited as the kids! With a schedule change, Xander is spending the night tonight instead of his usual Friday overnight visit, so my blog today is these few words and my poem for the day:
/The Flathead Fill
/The lake is slowly filling,
/Winter runoff early,
/April snowstorm coming
/Late.
/They say it was a mild one
/And now they’ll remember
/How long winter stayed,
/Like an unwanted guest
/You need to see,
/Uncle Albert or Auntie Em,
/Who missed his flight
/Month after month
/And now shows up
/Smiling pearly white.
/The boaters make ready,
/Clean their engines,
/Check their oil
/Buy fresh gasoline
/And dream of crossing
/Shallow water
/To get to Wild Horse Island
/For a picnic in the sun,
/Whenever he finally shows.
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