Summer-Solstice Longest-Light Fathers-Day 2020
My Wester-Pointed prow and rudder set for best intention,
Enter for that realm of light; Invite the sky to flash within
This hallowed earthern bowl; These throated-breasted-feathered
Beings cry, “I’m Here and Here and Here;” Stand forth the
Quaking Aspen, the Star-Shaped Columbine, the Wild Geranium!
I leave the mountain hold me up above the fruited plain.
Shall we slice a piece of heaven’s tarp to fit Pike’s Peak?
Greg Hobbs 6/21/2020