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Smoke and mirrors.. Slight of hand..
Sticking your head in the sand..
Life is not always what it seems...
Never lose sight of your dreams..
A lighthouse beacon keeping you on course..
Listen to your heart and make it your source....
      
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Here's a little ditty about my father named Hugh.
 He has three grown children, that's one more than two...

He was born in Ontario but now resides in BC
Along with his three kids,  Medea, Sean, and me.

He has a work ethic that is second to none.
 I remember as a kid he would say yard work was fun.

He would bust his *** until his back was sore...
Then come home from work and still do more. .

He had some slips and trips that broke his hips..
And that's not Ironic..
Thanks to the great Doctors, he is now part bionic..

I've looked up to this man right from the start..
And still do so..  though he's an old ****. .

So I stand up here so I can shout..
Happy birthday dad, I love you,  and peace out!
My dad's 80Th
Fantasies and Christmas trees in the mind of a little boy
Counting sheep to help him sleep so he can wake and feel the joy

As he lays in bed holding his teddy real tight
With his pillow on his head not to hear them fight

The words that are spoken are due to stress
He often feels his life is a mess.

He has finished his chores and so much more.
By working  his farm until his back was sore.
Peace on earth would be a beautiful pleasure,
Peace in his house he would surely treasure.

He thinks of Santa when making his list,
And hopes with his heart that he will not be missed.

Fantasies and Christmas trees in the mind of a little boy.
Boomer started his day
In his cute puppy way..
On his leash he would go for a walk.
He would sniff the grass
As the cars would pass
And bark as if he were trying to talk..

He would greet his new friends,
Before his walk even ends,
With a wig and a wag of his tail..
They would go to the park,
Run around and bark,
Then quench their thirst from a pail...

He would fetch his ball,
Step on his ears and fall,
And it was very funny to see..
Though he was a little pup,
He would still get up,
And then hide behind a tree...

On his back on the grass,  
Watching the clouds pass
He would see many different shapes...
He sees a kitten, and a bunny,
And some looked quite funny,
And some, like big hairy apes...

Laying by a log,
Was one happy little dog,
He felt he had it made...
After a play in the park,
Hearing his friends bark,
As he rests in the shade...
Boomer was born,  on a farm, from the same mom and dad..
Tho his markings, were different, then what the other siblings had..

He would see his reflection, in the pond on the farm..
The other animals would tease, tho meaning no harm..

The words he would hear were quite clear,
and would attach deep in his soul..
As time went on, he would keep to himself, and would search for his roll..

He would hunt for answers, with each passing day..
And observe mother nature, and what she had to say..

The wind would howl, and sometimes growl, and sometimes barely blow..
The river would rage, and and be real deep, and often barely flow..

The trees would whistle and do a dance, to their  own private song..
The grass would bend to and fro, as if to join along..

His momma told him with love in her eyes, it's good to be different and true..
The reason they tease, is quite clear, there is only one you..

So enjoy your life, be real strong, and do what puppies do...
And if you're scared or alone, remember the words,
I Love You....
Flitter flutter butterfly
To watch you dance across the sky
Is like heaven to my eye
Flitter flutter butterfly
Baby boomer that is me..
I was born in the shade, of a tree..

On a little farm as cute as can be..
This was my first home for my litter mates and me.

4 brothers and sisters plus me equals 9.
I'm lucky to have this, family of mine.

Mom and dad are beagle dogs too..
Being on the farm, was like living at a zoo..

Shouts the rooster.. **** a doodle dooo.
Waking the farm before the early morning dew

As the morning sun begins to rise..
Clouds of many shapes fill the skies...

One little two little three little goats
On the little pond the duck family floats..

4 little 5 little 6 little pigs..
They watch their momma as she digs..

My sisters and brothers we get to roll and play...
Mom will teach us, the safest way...

We nibble each other's neck, and nose.
Sometimes we bite our tails, and toes..
Children's poems.. Based on Boomer the Beagle
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