The Scent of Summer
I loved the scent of summer in the August air
on our stroll along that lonely stretch of sand
So young were we, unfettered, and without a care.
The future was wide open and unplanned
We thought ourselves invincible, unerring,
Young lovers we, so vibrant and alive.
No concept yet of lessons we were learning,
Nor the basic tools we needed to survive
As life and all its woes came in to view,
we wondered where our carefree days had gone
But our love, it was the lasting kind, and so it grew
We took our licks, yet still we soldiered on
Throughout it all we toiled, and were happy
Life got sweeter still as hurdles cleared
We were building for a future, for a family,
And year by blessed year perfection neared
On looking back I wouldn’t change a single thing,
I was happy for each new dawn to arrive.
As time flew quickly by, as if, on guilded wing
We proudly watched our children grow and thrive.
I love the scent of summer in the August breeze
As we gaze upon this lovely stretch of land
Silver in our hair and Grandkids on our knees
We bless the fading sunlight, hand in hand.
Cliff's Notes 
Requiem For A Squirrel
How often do you see a dead squirrel in the road? Lots right? Me too. After all, there is a reason they call them “Nature’s Little Speed Bumps”, right? They are so plentiful this time of year, that to most of us, they are little more than Pests.
That is why the true story you are about to hear is really bizarre behavior on my behalf.
Written
on May 16, 2013