Summer Sapphire Lake
Iridescent rapture misty blue pool
Cool Bermuda sandy beaches
Luminous river falls, whispering thistle, calming peacelily
As dawn begins fading the stars
Spicy raving red night, too hot to sleep
Sweet summer days and nights
You make me happy
Whew, I’ll just sit here in the back of this truck until that mean dog goes away. Oops, better get my tail in. This is nice. “Purrrrrr”. Wait a minute…what’s that noise??? It’s LOUD!!! Hey, we’re moving!! Where am I going?? Maybe mom can hear me and come help—“Meeeeoooowww!! Meeeeoooowww!!” No sign of her, so I guess I’m in for a ride. We’re starting to move faster now. Wow, that wind is sure blowing strong, and doesn’t seem to let up. I’m getting cold!
There’s that old barn called Fox Trail Antiques that my master likes to visit. She usually comes out with some hunk of junk that she hides for a while from that man in her house. Then she brings it out and says, “Oh, that old thing? I’ve had that tucked away in a box from a long time ago.”
Up ahead is a sign for Shatto Milk Company. It’s a dairy farm that they milk cows on. They sell their hormone-free milk around the St. Joe area. My master likes the strawberry flavored milk. You can watch them milk the cows and pet new-born calves. Oh! I hope we are going there. I can get some warm, fresh milk right from Bessie. Rats! (hmm, that makes me hungry!) we’re going right on by.
St. Joseph is coming up. I’d sure like to visit that Pony Express Stable. Maybe there will be some milk cows in there. But, I would also love to go for a ride on one of those ponies. Kitty Carson would be my name!! Kit Carson’s actually a famous Missourian, like that ruthless outlaw Jesse James. We could also see the house where Jesse was shot.
Looks like we’re turning off into Missouri Western. That’s fine with me, I’m getting a little car sick back here anyway. I hope I have time to roam the grounds around the clock tower and see the beautiful, fragrant flowers.
We’ve finally stopped and I hear a slam. “Mittens, what are you doing here!” Oh, it’s my master—please don’t leave me! “I’ll have to put you in my purse and take you with me to class.” Thank you for leaving my head out so I can see. By the way, you look just like Paris Hilton now!
My name is:
Dad wanted unusual, so I was Marilee, one of the 3-M sisters.
Growing up I became Mari, to be like everyone else.
It compensated for my looonnnggg last name.
College days were Marilee again, because it was unique.
My other name was a looonnnggg social security number!
Too many syllables for my nephews, so I became Mia.
At work, I am a very impressive Mrs. Avery
And meet with very important fourth graders.
Summers I am a sister, do I have a name at all?
Doesn’t matter, hanging out at the lake, walks, talks, boat rides.
My son calls and doesn’t hang up before saying, “Love ya, Ma”.
My hubby calls me lots of things, but, I’m not allowed to divulge!!!
