May We have Your Promise Roy - By Dan'l Mcllhenny 

Don’t toss a pebble in the pond boy 

Show a little restraint, behave...okay! 

It’s assumed you could 

But why would you 

On this special day 

Kindly direct  

Your interest some other constructive way  

Quick - without delay 

Life’s a tug o’ war...of this and that 

Good vs evil my Dear Son 

To breach the lid 

On the Granddad’s honey vat 

Play catch with your dog 

Or tease Mom’s innocent cat 

Remember angels don’t tussle with fire 

For most they tend to inspire 

A bit of argy-bargy goes...a long way lad 

Until the saint returns to you 

The very one who seeks a classic read 

And does his chores without a fuss 

Exceeds expected deeds 

Instead of Abel raisin’ cane 

While actin’ half insane 

Have ya lost your brain? 

There will be no punishment today...this is our decree 

If you’ll agree to take a break 

And set your demons free 

Let ‘em go on holiday 

Put those thugs to rest 

Have some turkey dinner now 

Bring us pride and joy  

May we have your promise Roy?

A Green Thumb Up For Sure - By Dan'l Mcllhenny 

Ronny was a different kid 

A self imposed loner some say 

No profile really 

Though tall, frightfully lean - but agile 

Ronny kept his smile 

Forever away 

Locked tight - outta sight 

He'd never crack a grin at all 

An outdoors boy was he 

Who wilfully ogled nature’s gifts 

Sure as the sun rose 

Trees n bees, ants n flowers 

That’s where fascination 

Began and retired 

His buds of bliss lingered there 

‘Tis no wonder his first garden 

Gave rise to every seed he sowed  

Fertile soil behind a woodshed 

Fresh turned earth's musty fragrant scent 

Generous water splashes plus blanket fine sunshine 

Yields produce by the basket 

‘Cuz Ronny grew a business 

And a green thumbs-up for sure

The Skidmore Up and Down - By Dan'l Mcllhenny 

You can Skidmore East or Skidmore West 

In either direction you decide what’s best 

It’s all part of the Alameda heart of town 

That’s called... the Skidmore Up and Down 

Breezin’ through the avenue’s 

Checkin’ out home after home 

Most of em’ been  

Around these blocks 

Long before this boy was born 

Is that my Taxi blowin’ his horn?   

Keep your shirt on Pappy 

I’ll be there lickiddee-split  

I got a date and can’t be late 

Here’s my guitar daddy let’s git! 

You can Skidmore East or Skidmore West 

In either direction you decide what’s best 

It’s all part of the Alameda heart of town 

That’s called... the Skidmore Up and Down 

There’s this new gate off of 22nd 

Built by a friend of mine 

Dang, groovy, beautiful man! 

Can’t tell if it’s redwood, cedar or pine 

But look at Howard’s craftsmanship 

‘tis really finer than fine   

Into the courtyard 

Latchin’ the latch 

I‘m feelin’ the music bloom 

You see Rich and Jim  

Have this incredible place 

Where happiness perfumes the room 

Tell me how’d we get so lucky - to find such an awesome space 

Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to sing about... before it’s time to go 

You can Skidmore East or Skidmore West 

In either direction you decide what’s best 

It’s all part of the Alameda heart of town 

That’s called... the Skidmore Up and Down

Stitching Souls With Humble Earth - By Dan'l McIlhenny  

Hasten up twilight 

Invite speechless nightfall in 

Wind wrap cool around us 

Let sunset please begin 

Sun the brightest, mighty one 

Must bid at last adieu  

Slow the glows 

Those pastel shows 

‘Tis dusk we seek again  

Above wooded mountain valley 

O’er crashing wave-strewn seas 

Across growing fields of sustenance 

Every living garden birth 

Stitching souls with humble Earth

A Remedy - By Dan'l Mcllhenny 

Shoes of another 

Bought by my Mother 

Found at a secondhand store 

A Pearl of a girl is she - 

Bein’ poor’s an illusion 

If you’ll choose it to be 

‘Cuz there’s some cushion 

Between earth and me 

Liftin’ the soreness  

It’s startin’ to flee 

Her gift gives 

A remedy

Me and Alaska Joe - By Dan’l McIlhenny 

I got a friend named Alaska Joe 

We go fishin’ every day or so  

A couple of kids you probably don’t know 

Me and Alaska Joe 

Bait in the bucket, tackle and pole 

Come hell or high water we go 

We roll on our stingrays we do 

Down to our fishin’ hole 

It’s a contest of who's the fastest—who plunks their line in first 

The ride always makes us thirsty—for Pepsi and liverwurst 

But fritos are really neato and so are burritos too 

Followed by a round of snickers 

Then it’s time for settlin’ back to do what fisher dudes do 

Watchin’ the river run away—under the Arctic Sun 

Losin’ track of everything . . . gettin’ the fishin’ done 

A whistle, a gunshot, a wild reminder 

Brings things back into view 

Mister wind’s kickin’ up good 

The clouds are startin’ to spew 

When the referee sky says . . . surrender boys   

Whether we like it or not  

It’s back on our bikes we go peddlin’ home 

With whatever we’ve caught at our spot 

I got a friend named Alaska Joe 

We go fishin’ every day or so 

A couple of kids you probably don’t know 

 That’s . . . Me and Alaska Joe