Astounding April - By Dan'l MclLhenny

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 . .…

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~ Suppose ~ - By Dan'l MclLhenny

Suppose the Sun spun away on a cosmic holiday,

Never spoke a word - just left us in the fray,

So much for the silence and cool demise

As we welcome in the deepest, darkest, skies,

Quickly we are frozen…

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Knucklehead Norm - By Dan'l MclLhenny

The weather prognosticator

From our local, locality news

Recommends – take your best umbrella,

Overcoat and maybe wear your trusty galoshes too!

There’s a storm on the horizon,

Watch Out, because…it’s comin’ - for sure, it’s rollin’ in

Unless you…

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Along the Zigzagged River Zee - By Dan'l MclLhenny

There’s an island in the zigzagged river, Zee,

When you look down from Daisy Point Rest -

Rugged, pine-encrusted, and wicked steep, it’s often easy to spot,

Unless low hanging weather huddles in…clouding, clogging the gorgeous view,

Into dogged, gray…

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North of the Sun - By Dan'l MclLhenny

When me and Six-String found the right road

We’d stitched together a whole routine

Find a campsite, let the tailgate down

As close as we could get to a gurglin’ stream

Buddies sittin’ back, living the dream - until evening…

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The Ball Refuses to Fall - By Dan'l MclLhenny

It happened in Boston one sticky hot night

A shot in Fenway under stadium light

The guy at the plate was Gentleman Ted

Late as games go…it wasn’t that late

No score in the sixth, then the Sox went ahead

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Nomad’s Shuffle On - By Dan'l MclLhenny

When the words don’t come

Do we sound an alarm?

Has vocabulary ceased, has this well gone dry?

If word fall is likened to raindrops…

And storms refuse to storm

Is this any concern at all?

Or a hiccup lapse…

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After All, It Is Our Home! - By Dan'l MclLhenny

So, Winters Solstice arrives and . . .

Autumn slips seamlessly away

Did she vaporize?

No handshake, no hug, no regrets to eye

Instead, a regulated, mechanized clock ticks

Finality finalized - where one goes the other stays

While most…

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Woodpecker Ravine - By Dan'l MclLhenny

Dear Mister Hotchkiss, 

Is your door still ripe for knockin’? 

All us woodpeckers wanna know 

The wrapper gag made us laugh a lot 

As bird brainy pranks will do 

A tap, tap here and a rat - a - tat…

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