My Husband is Very Talented - Did ya know?

I bet most of you aren't aware of what a talented poet my husband is.  Sometimes in the middle of the night, the light comes on, the writing pad comes out and he writes.

This is a poem that was published in the newsletter at the Escapee Park, Rovers' Roost in Casa Grande, Arizona.


The Desert-- The Dog-- and I

           Would you like to Supersize those?
           No THANKS. Look! I can't see my toes

           So, it's off to the desert to jog
           Just me and a big white dog.
           He thinks I'm crazy
           He KNOWS I'm lazy
           Never mind how you feel hound
           I'm out here to lose a pound

           Okay so the desert is full of dirt
           and prickly things that hurt.
          There are other things here
          Besides old bottles empty of beer
                     
          There was three legged chair
          And a great leaping hare
          I stumbled over a paintball course
          And something left from a horse

          Here's a hawk hunting quail
          Uh oh! there goes a cottontail
          I found a survey peg
          and the missing chair leg.

         I saw  a roadrunner or two
         and of doves quite a few.
         With a lonesome burrowing owl
         there was an old rusty trowel.

         I've been running for days and days
         It's all getting a bit of a haze
         Still it's  almost worth it I suppose -
         because there they are -- those toes.