Of all things I remember I'll always recall the sunflowers; Benevolent guardians that kept Whimsical treasures from the wandering eye.
There was a slick magic they harbored Bottled in their rich, sun darkened faces; The surrendered seeds We gathered against the wishes of the jays.
I grasped them, granted access to the castle on the creek Lighthouse in the wood that beckoned back after The last crawfish had wriggled free The final apple was plucked, And the birds had sought refuge.
My written, unfinished effigy to the only father I knew. I apologize for another hiatus, the well has run dry once more Still digging around for more.