Great Uncle Randy and Micah say their “Last Hurrah to Summer!”

REALLY GETTING “INTO” THEIR FUN!!!

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No one helped Micah dig

the huge hole his body and

folded legs fit into the dirt

plus sandy beach.

His Nana gave him a tool,

“Here’s the shovel we bought.”

She wandered over a few times

to lend her foot, as she carved

an irrigation ditch to bring waves

of water into what she originally

thought was going to be a

Renaissance castle’s moat!

Micah had other plans, unspoken

to grandmother or her brother, as

we heard him say often to passers-by:

“It is getting almost BIG enough!”

We glanced at each other, an

artist whose body and hands

get tired and worn from

ceiling murals, large

palette held in one

hand, while other

presses firmly on

wall or brick to

prevent a huge,

downwards

tumble.

I am “the”

Nana, who was

proud of energy output

and industrious nature

of a singular grandson

over a holiday weekend.

Tell me…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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