Poetry
For our 5th Anniversary on June 1, 2020, I presented to my wife Robin the following poem:
It’s Been Five Fast Years
Marital years now number five.
Still glad we’re both so much alive.
Together we do happily thrive.
Both busy as a new beehive.
Time has come and time has gone,
Seems faster than a spring cyclone.
Have more fun than being alone.
We rarely pick a jagged bone.
Whitewater, North Bridge Street, and then Pinto,
Tres lugares en anos ciento.
Done much traveling to and fro,
Started with a Beach Boys show,
Over to Georgia for tennis we go.
Massachusetts in the rain,
Dallas airport was a pain.
San Diego to visit Pat,
Arizona where Jess was at.
Louisiana river boat cruise,
Florida cleanup, ribs were bruised.
Clemson, South Carolina game,
Biloxi for Gold Medal fame.
California wine country,
South Dakota where pheasants be,
Davis Cup in Tennessee.
New Mexico Senior Olympics spree,
Go anywhere if Robin’s with me.
Working together to build new place,
Pavilion House at very slow pace.
Too slow for Robin, does not approve,
Her household goods already moved.
Dog, chickens, fish, cows, and sheep,
A garden filled with pumpkins heap,
Far too much for my upkeep,
Stay so tired I’ve become a creep.
My retirement is a hill too steep.
I’m wondering if I’m in too deep.
Not ready yet to admit defeat.
Make our weekly trips to town,
Post office, banks, and all around.
Buy sack or two of sweet feed brown.
Buy us groceries by the pound.
Price increasing we have found.
Look for specials on sirloin ground.
Treat ourselves dark chocolate Mound.
Then back to Pinto we are bound.
We watch the Turner Classic flicks,
Most other movies make us sick.
To the old stuff we will stick,
For thumbs games don’t give a lick.
Playing tennis is our first pick.
Early morning hot chocolate brings.
Drinks her coffee with little cream.
To our scripture study clings.
Living in a dream it seems.
Glad we wear our wedding rings.
Worth any minor dents and dings.
Robin’s the one who cuts my hair,
Takes her time and adds a flare.
Helps me pick right clothes to wear.
Shoulder hurt, she gives me care.
Shares her money more than fair.
I’m so glad that we’re a pair.
She’s a faithful partner rare.
Plus looks good both clothed and bare.
By far our marriage is one smooth ride,
In our peaceful home abide.
We’d like to see another five,
And in this truth to you confide,
The love we share we will not hide.
Call us fools and call us old,
Full of vain ambitious goals.
We just don’t care what people say.
We hardly know what’s meant by “nay.”
Self-quarantined at Pinto land,
Actively living to beat the band.
Grateful for our double clan,
We’ll keep on doing what we can.
What more could want a woman and man?
In all of this we see God’s hand.