Little things I love

Ok its not the greatest start,

I plagiarized the first part.

Tom T my favorite poet,

No doubt every one knows it.

He reminded it was baby ducks,

Slow trains, cool old trucks.

Of course coffee in our cups,

He added little baby pups.

The song the melody, the prose,

But so many other things I propose.

Sunsets at their end,

Reds yellows oranges blend.

August mountain hiking times,

Pine covered trail smell of pines.

Paddling my big blue boat,

Over glass clear rivers float.

Summer heat sprinkler water,

A hug a kiss from your daughter.

Knee high wheat a July day,

Back yard football toss and catch play.

Hoppers up a jumping,

Wings summer heat thumping.

Brush my horses mane and tail,

Smell the oats in the pail.

Best freinds smile matches,

Back and forth Dad mitt catches.

Hike a green mountain trail,

See a jumping deer's white tail.

Crystal clear water clean,

Waterfalls of water glean.

Moose, elk, coyote pass,

Mountain lakes blue green glass.

Nights flame orange fire,

A billion night stars admire.

Cold glass foam on top beer,

Sad movies ending tear.

Autumn nights main street ride,

Windows open Friday football pride.

Drive in cones of vanilla cream

Children's friday night dream.

Sunday's slow drive, past noon,

Often times end too soon.

Radio tunes rock n roll ringing,

Top of lungs off pitch singing.

Deer, and elk babies spotted hips,

Evening cries the foxes kits.

The list of things so vast,

Have to add fishing rod cast.

So many things to include,

Sadly so many friends I must conclude.