It's a long long way back home

Look around and you shall see
things of familiarity.

A mirror that I painted for someone sweet.
With a Shakespeare quote that can't be beat.

Jars of pencils, count them up.

Sharpened, focused and dark in cup

Ladies in frocks with skirts that spin

Look down upon girls who want to win.

See the bridge through the fog?

Probably not, go walk your dog.

Hair of blonde. Hair of gray.

We've missed these locks from so far away.

Pathetic rhyme time ends with purple lupines.

That silver yoga ball? Smokey the ball. Smell her. She's ain't cute.

This is just one of the last remaining merry-go-rounds left in North America. The other two are located downtown Sioux Lookout.


More vacation notes to come.

signed, the willow