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April 6, 2016

“A private walk”

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 10:00 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the cold, clear, blue skied, brightly sun lit island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this Sixth Day of April, 2016, Wednesday, and by all accounts it is one fine day on this little sand bar created by ‘The Last Great Ice Age’ over 11,500 years ago.  Epic Earth changes on our collective doorstep soon?  Perhaps… So by all means, stay tuned to your local cable ‘news’ outlets, for they will, beyond a shadow of a dark doubt, give it to you straight.  You could take that to the bank, however, one might be better suited to stick to precious metals and a safe ‘at this juncture’…

“illuminated like a thousand points of light?”

(credit: 41st U.S. President George H.W. Bush)

For as Bob McFerrin sang way, way, way back when old George was first “elected”, circa 1988,

“…Here’s a little poem I wrote, you might want to sing it note for note,

don’t worry, be HAPPY!”

Have a nice day!

“A private walk”

Walk early April’s sun laden cold; a crunchy, callous snow,

on silent docks guarding an ancient Hyannis Harbor…

bathed in the quiet of early morning’s peaceful grace,

before the people wake, and set the pace…

Discover the Buffelhead’s water dance.

avoiding the things of man,

bereft of grandeur and gratitude,

gliding blindly about in such a foggy trance….

Purify one’s soul when sharing a Dune,

With the mighty Osprey,

Who’s majestic flight blankets perception within a blinding Light,

echoing the laughter of a Loon…

Pale yellow moon rising ‘ore frigid sound,

Nantucket attraction growing strong…

For unfinished business calls out on a lonely Jetty,

with many a powerful message on high ringing the Gong….

Quiet profound!

Permeating the thoughts and feelings of every man, woman and child,

who lay still sleeping…

An “Elite few roaring loudly,

flying high ‘ore ground,

or scurrying below, without weeping…”



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