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I found a pile of pictures of our daughter Kristi today,
That I think she pulled out long ago to take over her way,
But stashed them and they got buried here to then stay.
I loved the old pictures and put them in the blog this day. Continue reading
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Do you recall what you did on Independence Day 2002?
You would if you had taken pictures all the day through,
Of the activities for that fine day with friends and family,
That I will share with you in this story poem from me. Continue reading
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In the summer of 2001, we leased a nice big cabin,
With Craig and Rhona and their family to live therein,
While we enjoyed a South Fork vacation once again.
In the mountains with all the fun things to do for a win. Continue reading
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As Pam and I entered our two stepping years back then,
We were still driving our black Custom Chevy Van,
That we drove ourselves, kids, and cloggers all over,
Putting miles on our Chevy Van as an Oklahoma rover. Continue reading
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In 1975, nearly all our immediate family went to South Fork,
In Colorado for a summer vacation to play and work.
We built onto Dad’s cabin to make it larger that year,
And Pam’s Mom and Dad bought a cabin so very near. Continue reading
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In June of 83 and 84, my brother Craig’s Family and mine,
Headed on up to South Fork, Colorado, to have a good time.
Craig and Rhonda’s Nicholas was just a baby on the trips,
So he barked a little now and then when he was upset. Continue reading
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It’s been two years since we laid Buffalo Bob to rest,
On July 7, 2015, when we lost one of the very best.
Back about 1993, we spent two weeks at their cabin,
Up in South Fork, Colorado, on the Rio Grande with our kin. Continue reading
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Since you may have never had a natural high in a fever.
Dry fly fishing for brown trout on the Rio Grande River,
I thought I would take you there on a trip along too see,
Why that grand experience did really thrill little ole me. Continue reading
Over the years Pam and I had lots of fun with the Buffalo,
And his wife Brenda the Buffalo called “Tootsie” , I know.
So it seems appropriate to write a poem of those times,
Even though the Buffalo has gone on to heaven so fine. Continue reading
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Tall pine trees with big pine cones and needles so green,
Are a favorite tree of mine that to me look so keen,
They appeal to my sight and my sense of smell to,
With that fresh outdoors aroma they bring to you. Continue reading