Count Mississippi

photo by Kathi/
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One Mississippi
Two Mississippi
Three Mississippi
When you see the lightning, son,
Count Mississippi
To know your distance from the storm.
Count with me
Run with me
See with me
The vibrant shades of greens
Glisten as they drip off leaves
Into the palm of Osiris.
Stomp with me
Dance with me
Walk with me
Through the arch
Those two branches make
Under the weight of the water.

When you see the lightning, son
Count Mississippi
As you listen for the thunder.

by
Stephen F. Fuller

Happy Birthday Alexandra

I am so blessed to have this daughter... she is amazing.

Gus and Lola: Or why we shouldn't become parents of puppies at our age

A few minutes of mischief..














I know that 55 is not old. Occasionally I feel old,
but that is for another post.
This one is about a temporary
loss of my senses that occurred last November.






How did I end up with two and not one??

Look at them! They are adorable.