Old friend, that shot is picture perfect. Your place (The Gebbie Compound)
is indeed heaven on a hill. You did a fine job in planning and execution. I'm
so happy for you and your lovely wife, you guys deserve what you have created.
Old son, I think we both have found what we have looked for all our lives.
**** good on us! They say; "Good things do come to those that wait".
(Sure, as long as we work ****** hard to get it while we wait.) What we have
earned and our kids make old age bearable.
Steve
A perfect, cold and frosty mid-winters day. Air is biting crisp, sun, warm on my back. Old Egmont towers behind the house gleaming with pristine snow and ice. The tui’s are cavorting in the trees ******* nectar from the early fuchia flowers with their long curved beaks, a flash of green iridescence as they fluff their neck feathers. Mother is cooking something great in the kitchen, she is about to call me in for hot coffee and cake….Life is great Stevo, could not be better.
Like minds-different hemispheres-same world.
Regards M
But for starlight, the night is black, no moon
on the rise. My porch a stage to the music of
crickets and frogs in the summer grass. A gentle
breeze touches me like a lover in the dark, caressingly
cool in my July heat of peaceful repose.
The scents of gardenias and honeysuckle drift
in on the currents and far off up the hill a Coyote
calls to his friends. Cooing night birds mummer.
The barn cats come to join me, silent and careful.
One onto my lap, the other to lay down beside my
chair. Soon the purring of a feline mixes with the
music of the grass and the air. Together we all peer
out into the peaceful void, perhaps thinking the same
thoughts, living fine, being in the moment.
These small perfect bits of time come and go. If only
I could string them all together, like rubies on a chain,
what a priceless necklace they would make and yet,
they cost me nothing and once collected, are not for sale.
© 2012 Marshal Gebbie
Author's Note
Exchange between two old codgers situated in opposite hemispheres, in opposite seasons, but with a remarkably similar take on the quality of their individual lot in life.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
Old friend, that shot is picture perfect. Your place (The Gebbie Compound)
is indeed heaven on a hill. You did a fine job in planning and execution. I'm
so happy for you and your lovely wife, you guys deserve what you have created.
Old son, I think we both have found what we have looked for all our lives.
**** good on us! They say; "Good things do come to those that wait".
(Sure, as long as we work ****** hard to get it while we wait.) What we have
earned and our kids make old age bearable.
Steve
A perfect, cold and frosty mid-winters day. Air is biting crisp, sun, warm on my back. Old Egmont towers behind the house gleaming with pristine snow and ice. The tui’s are cavorting in the trees ******* nectar from the early fuchia flowers with their long curved beaks, a flash of green iridescence as they fluff their neck feathers. Mother is cooking something great in the kitchen, she is about to call me in for hot coffee and cake….Life is great Stevo, could not be better.
Like minds-different hemispheres-same world.
Regards M
But for starlight, the night is black, no moon
on the rise. My porch a stage to the music of
crickets and frogs in the summer grass. A gentle
breeze touches me like a lover in the dark, caressingly
cool in my July heat of peaceful repose.
The scents of gardenias and honeysuckle drift
in on the currents and far off up the hill a Coyote
calls to his friends. Cooing night birds mummer.
The barn cats come to join me, silent and careful.
One onto my lap, the other to lay down beside my
chair. Soon the purring of a feline mixes with the
music of the grass and the air. Together we all peer
out into the peaceful void, perhaps thinking the same
thoughts, living fine, being in the moment.
These small perfect bits of time come and go. If only
I could string them all together, like rubies on a chain,
what a priceless necklace they would make and yet,
they cost me nothing and once collected, are not for sale.
© 2012 Marshal Gebbie
Author's Note
Exchange between two old codgers situated in opposite hemispheres, in opposite seasons, but with a remarkably similar take on the quality of their individual lot in life.
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