Bandelier Beauties

My wife has this favorite pair of shorts she likes to wear on our morning walks. The other day she casually mentioned that they were the same shorts that were in a picture we took at Bandelier National Park in New Mexico back in the late 70s. I was impressed.


My wife has these “Bandelier Beauties”
Blue shorts that she’s worn now for years
We’ve got pictures of her in her thirties
Those shorts have outlived all their peers
She’s worn them for all our vacations
The earliest – old Bandelier
The cliff dwellings that were abandoned
That New Mexico still holds so dear
She wore them when we were first living
In St. Louis and Lexington too
She walked in them there in Chantilly
And probably through Washington’s Zoo
My wife says they still serve their purpose
And now soft as costly cashmere
She wore them when she was just thirty
And now 60’s drawing quite near
As long as they’re still fit and comfy
And she doesn’t mind wearing antiques
She can put on those “Bandelier Beauties”
And continue this clothing mystique

Mdailey 08/29/09

Rabbits

I have to dedicate this poem to my good friend Charles. He has this thing about rabbits and seeing all the rabbits down here in Ocean Ridge, I could not help but think of him and how he would feel around them.


Rabbits?
We got rabbits
And they’ve got the nasty habits
Of eating up most everything I plant
Cuties?
Sure they’re cuties
But it’s not due to their beauties
No – that is not the reason that I can’t
Shoot them?
Love to shoot them
Shoot all of those plant eaters that I saw
Couldn’t?
No – I wouldn’t
But it’s not because it’s so against the law
Wife? - - - I’ve
Got a wife, I’d
Just as soon she keeps on loving me
So rabbits?
We got rabbits
And I guess that’s just the way it has to be.

Mdailey 08/29/09

Flat Frog (in the middle of the road)

Flat frog in the middle of the road
It was a
Flat frog in the middle of the road
You could see his long legs
You knew he’s not a toad
It was a
Flat frog in the middle of the road

What had really happened
No one really knows
Was he simply crossing
And somehow he just froze
A motor car was passing
That somehow caught his toes
And left him there all big and flat
That’s how the story goes

You get a
Flat frog in the middle of the road
It was a
Flat frog in the middle of the road
You could see his long legs
You knew he’s not a toad
It was a
Flat frog in the middle of the road

Others looked just like him
Further down the street
Pressed against the pavement
Where road and tire meet
Crossing roads at night time
Is a normal froggy feat
But if he is not quick enough
It ends in a dead heat

And you get a
Flat frog in the middle of the road
It was a
Flat frog in the middle of the road
You could see his long legs
You knew he’s not a toad
It was a
Flat frog in the middle of the road


mdailey 08/28/09

My wife and I go walking almost every morning and this morning we both saw something in the road and at the same time said it was a FLAT FROG. I liked the sound of that so wrote a little story to go along with the sighting.

Toad Stool

Hi! My name is Tipper
And I’m just a little pup
I don’t know what is going down
And I never know what’s up
But playing in the backyard
Of my own abode
I saw a brown and bumpy thing
They say it was a toad
I had never seen one
I did not know what to think
I crept up real close to it
To see if it would stink
I stared – he stared
I think we both were stumped
I twitched – he twitched
Then all at once he jumped
He lit upon my back – I yelped
I mean – what can I say
He turned off towards the bushes
And briskly hopped away
My master stood there laughing
I felt like such a fool
I left a little pile behind
She called that my toadstool

Mdailey - 6/18/09

I wrote this for Christy (Glanton) McKeag and her dog Tipper following just such an instance.

The Gaming Boat

Last evening a few friends and I went on a little 4-hour cruise on a gaming boat. It was senior's night so for $10 we got a buffet meal and the opportunity to gamble while the ship went out to sea. The sea was calm, the weather nice and we all had a good time. I am not a gambler but enjoy watching all the games and slots as others tried their luck. Here is a little story I wrote to commemorate the event.

Gaming Boat

The evening was spent on a big gaming boat
And we sailed it out to sea
We got food, we got cards, we got dice, we got slots
And all of our drinks for a $10 fee
Big Paul sat down to a Keno machine
And played numbers he hoped were right
We left him just sitting at that Keno machine
And he sat there through all of the night
The girls they played that one-armed bandit
And played it till they could not stand it
They didn’t gamble all that rash
And didn’t lose a lot of cash
And when they went to check on Paul they’d find
He’s up a bit or just behind
But he sat right there where he first started
And still was there when they departed
Me – I roamed through the 4-hour trip
From stem to stern and slip to tip
Observing players and looking for stings
Up till the time the fat lady sings

The singer really wasn’t fat
I just simply made up that
It painted such a poignant scene
And fit in with this poet’s theme

The boat kept rocking to and fro
Till it was time for us to go
As we started back to shore
Moonlight was less, the stars were more
The wind died down to just a whisper
The night air got a little crisper
The buoys lit the way back home
Their light the only things that shown
Then all at once we’re at the pier
Let’s do it all again - - - Next Year!

Mdailey 08/26/09

Good Advice

I saw this good advice on a bulletin board but decided to put it into a rhyme.


Making Your Point

Be careful when trying to just make a point
Don’t make so sharp it will hurt you
Though you may be right and the others be wrong
Even friends could decide to desert you

Mdailey 08/25/09

Humming Birds

We sat on our back porch stoop
To watch the humming birds
We were entranced by what we saw
And also what we heard
They hummed – I couldn’t catch the tune
They hummed – then they were gone too soon

They chased each other round the yard
They hovered like it’s not that hard
They’d fly at us then stop and stare
Like wondering just why we were there
They hummed – I couldn’t catch the tune
They hummed – then they were gone too soon

Then one would stop and eat awhile
And hover there in graceful style
Chirps and humming filled the air
We were the ones this time to stare
They hummed – I couldn’t catch the tune
They hummed – then they were gone too soon

So this evening when they came around
I went outside and stood my ground
One flew up close – right in my face
Hummed for me – then off he raced
They hummed – I couldn’t catch the tune
They hummed – then they were gone too soon


Mdailey 08/22/09

Morning Walk

My wife and I each early morn
Walk two miles if there’s no storm
She walks under a cloud of scorn
Wishing the habit was never born

I really think she understood
How the walk would do us good
If we walk it like we should
But I’d like a smile if she could

Mdailey 08/22/09

Summer Days

The chirping of cicadas in the early morning light
Bring back pleasant memories of summer time delight
When you were just a school kid and had nothing all planned out
You spent your days like mine I’d guess, here’s what mine were about
You could sleep in late if you want to there’s no place you had to be
Its summer time and school is out and you’ve got the summer free
Head out to the ballpark for a pick-up game or two
Or maybe you’d go swimming; it’s really up to you
And when you’re getting hungry; head on home for lunch
Peanut butter – jelly – lemonade or punch
Leave something on the counter so Mom knows that you ate
And leave a note up on the fridge if you think you’ll be home late
You can leave the house each morning and stay out all day long
At first it might seem funny but that feeling soon is gone
If you get hot and thirsty and you did, heaven knows
You didn’t run back in the house, you grabbed the garden hose
You had to let it run awhile; that water would be hot
But soon it would run cool and clear and really hit the spot
You’d jump on your bicycle and ride for miles and miles
The exercise would do you good and the ride would bring you smiles
And as the day was ending; you’d hear the katydids
You’d know it’s time to say good night to all the neighbor kids
Then as the street lights flickered on; you’d hear your mother call
Time for you to head on home; REPEAT until its fall!

Mdailey - 07/16/09

Birds of Ocean Ridge

The birds of Ocean Ridge are varied as can be
Some as big as 4-year olds, some small as household keys

The tall ones are the herons, the tallest of them blue
They stand there at the pond’s edge to catch a fish or two
Stealthfully they inch out, eyes focused on the fish
Then all at once their beak strikes and they have another dish
They hurry back on to the bank, the fish caught in their throat
They scrunch their neck to let it pass, for the fish that’s all she wrote
And then the poor bird shudders, like my daughter eating peas
Then back down to the water’s edge as if to say “more, please”!

The smallest are the humming birds; all iridescent green
Darting now from bush to tree barely to be seen
Each day I grab my camera thinking this time I got her
As she hovers at our feeder imbibing sugar water
But when I click the shutter, I find I am mistaken
For I don’t see a humming bird in the pictures I have taken
But I’ll keep snapping pictures and if it takes all summer
I’m finally going to get a shot of that illusive hummer!


Mdailey 08/18/09

Little Mushroom

While Pat and I were out walkinig this morning, we came upon a fresh clean lawn and there in the green, green grass stood one little pure white mushroom. We both noticed it at the same time and pointed out the "single little mushroom" to each other.

A single little mushroom
Standing in the grass
All alone he stands there
Just watching people pass
This single little mushroom
So white, so clean, so cool
Don’t insult the little guy
By calling him toadstool

Mdailey 08/18/09

Truth in Lending

We recently sold our home and the process of closing is getting more complicated each day. And in this day of buyers markets, what you find in closing costs paid by the seller is beyond belief.


There is no truth in lending
In real estate transactions
Closing costs are handled
To the buyer’s satisfactions
If you are just the seller
And it’s a buyer’s market
Closing costs are anywhere
The buyer wants to park it
But you really can’t complain
If your house is quickly sold
For that is not that typical
At least that’s what we’re told
But the hidden costs of closing
And the message that they’re sending
Is “all is fair – seller beware”
There is no truth in lending


Mdailey 7/25/09

Brookshire

I came upon a hollow tree
Was that a little door I see
Hidden back within the hollow’s fold
A Hobbit home from days of old
Or a forest Fairies’ private dwelling
Carved out with a Fairies’ spelling
When walking in the Shire look down
You’d be surprised the things you found

Mdailey 08/16/09

We are going to build our new home in the Brookshire ares of Ocean Ridge. Pat and I take our walks over and around there and with a little imagination, you would be surprised with what you think you see.