This poem I delightfully pondered years ago still dances through my head whenever I observe Roland, day after day for thirty years, devoted to his constant flow that improves our lives, our home and our family.
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Little fiddler crab
tiddle toddles sideways
towards his grape
his little house’s splendor
speaks many years of love.
Its life is but a stream of lives
Jack’s bean sprouted
with a POP
and grew and grew…
The world is small and quiet and infinite and limitless.
Have no fear for I am always there
under every stone teeming with life, …
The clouds pass by
without complaint,
the sun does rise…
There once
was a big, hungry shark
who hunted his food in the dark….
Old markings on a sprawling tree
declare love’s ageless mystery.
Young hearts joined in frivolity…
I was a pilot
who twirled in
twilight copter spins…
Sweet, succulent seduction
born from summer’s breast,
reaching down like rainbow beads,…
The world belongs
to little girls
whose hair cascade…
I’ve seen the swing
of ebb and flow,
from wax to wane,…
A turtle stuck his head out
but when he saw the outside world
he tucked it right back in
for there was a man…