Friday, June 6, 2014

An Inaway Day

 
We drove 1,000 miles to Inaway Ranch.
Far south of most Illinois places.
Tucked in the woods between the Mississippi and Ohio.
Rolling wooded hills and creviced spaces.

We arrived at Inaway Ranch.
Seeing fields of hay and a lush green pasture.
Horses roaming; chomping on grasses aplenty.
And, good friends awaiting our belated entry.

We greeted Fred and Nancy at Inaway Ranch.
With warmth and calm that comes from love.
While visions of childhood forays were dancing to and fro.
Bringing happiness into each and every soul.

We awoke at Inaway Ranch.
Sipping coffee, while sharing stories of our youth.
Recalling our many youthful dreams.
And, laughing at many innocent misdeeds it seems.

We left Inaway Ranch with smiles and high emotion.
Thanks to myriad animal hosts.
Yes, we’ll be returning there another day … to
Inaway Ranch; done Fred and Nancy’s way.

On Being Irish

I dance on my toes.
I'm Irish; see my nose.

I reel on my heels.
I'm Irish; it joyfully feels.

I smile with my eyes.
I'm Irish; eat'in Mulligan pies.

I laugh with my ale.
Yes, I'm Irish; and I tell tall tales.