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Three Dukes ~ All Forever Optimists

Their stature, above their contemporaries

Men who were worthy of looking up to

Always moving in circles of universal purpose and genuine understanding…

Riding Hawaii’s wild surf, swinging for Major League fences or bringing…

A treehouse calls to Lily -

“Climb on up, you’ll see,

This lofty view awaits you,

We can share good company.”

As the day grew warm

The shady perch felt perfectly . . .

For friendly talk within the piney…

When Boxers Go Riding

In their pink jalopy

One rides shotgun,

While the other pops his head out

Of the cutout roof top

The wheels are inconsequential…

In their sporty, low-slung auto-machine

If I did not know better, I’d say……

Let there be… Blueberry Stars and Raspberry Thimbles

Filled with Oak Milk in a Cheerios Sea…

All flawless symbols, yet nimble nice

Sprinkled brown sugar sweet,

Unless you prefer yours, perfectly neat!

Who cares what your bowl looks like friend,…

Kindly check your dance moves and soft-shoe, shoes,

By the front door, if you please…Louise!

Seems as though the Big Band Craze has drifted away –

Sad as that is to say, ‘cuz there was -

…Nothin’ like that club…

How do friendships ever begin?

Asked the crow to the cat and the amphibian, 

We are nothing alike, as different as…Air or land or water.

Suppose we take our question somewhere to see if anyone else actually knows.

Perhaps, our…

Bet you never knew our names,

As we strolled down Dreamboat Lane

Probably because we were too fascinated with us…

Even more so…than anything else!

Love does that to guys and gals you know!

It was not the old apple…

Memorial Day,

6:30 in the mornin’ . . .

A father and his son.

Have a tailgate breakfast.

Donuts everyone!

Before a single misdirected grocery cart is collected

And most of Oregon has yet to stir awake . . .a…

It’s time to decide where to take a ride,

In this big wide world of naturalness 

What shall we see . . . Sugarfoot?

Satin Grass Hollar down yonder,

Or way up top to Timberline Bluff

Wherever we go it…

A treehouse calls to Lily -

“Climb on up, you’ll see,

This lofty view awaits you,

We can share good company.”

As the day grew warm

The shady perch felt perfectly . . .

For friendly talk within the piney…

When morning came calling

The sun, the clouds, the sky

She steps out to greet this day -

With easel, pad, and pens

And a fine array of paint n brushes

Carefully squirreled away

I guess you know what comes…

With only thirty days to present herself

April never lets Spring get by without her pleasing, natural wonders, on display

At least in the northern hemisphere

She is enticingly, bouquet-rich… dressed in alluring colors, 

Here in western Oregon . .…