Dozer, the bulldog

Dozer, the bulldog
Dozer: He was the best dog on the planet.

Obedience classes

Obedience classes
The author of Mark's Work with Ellie Mae

Sunrise surprise

Sunrise surprise
Another sunrise in Paradise

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.
"Let us be happy in our work..."

Christmas Day walk on Bell Springs Road

Christmas Day walk on Bell Springs Road
Dancing Girl and SmallBoy with Margie, Emma and Ellie Mae

Tomatoes are us.

Tomatoes are us.
we take our tomatoes seriously, here at HappyDay Farms

Much love, Shane

Much love, Shane
Shane, as Sir Toby Belch in Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night"

Family

Family
Mother's Day at the coast

January 27, 2018 from Bell Springs Road

January 27, 2018 from Bell Springs Road
No business like snow business...

Mahlon Masling Blue

Mahlon Masling Blue
My friend and brother.

Mark's E-mail address

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Friday, March 9, 2012

The Iced Pipe Blues

It's poetry morning at Mark's Work this morning.


The Iced Pipe Blues



Woke up this morning to the “Iced Pipe Blues,”
Lay there a-wondrin,’ just how bad’s  the  news?
Got awfully quiet, during the still of the night,
That gen’rally means cold, and it’s got a mean bite.
Puddles freezing up, and they crack like a shot,
When Dozer’s  up and  crackin,’ giving what he’s got.
Bouncing all around like a hot potate, 
getting all worked up, like he’s got a sweet date.
Back from our walk, bowsers acting awful thirsty,
Yesterday’s water, first things firstly.
Hitting up the houseplants, chillin’ in our bedroom,
Watch the philodendron, not a lot of headroom.
Back to the faucet, bowsers wait patiently,
Only take a second, twist the water handle gently.
The only thing I hear is the sound of silence,
That can only mean one thing, I won’t keep you in suspense.
The water pipes are frozen, though I left the water on,
In the front yard by the roses, and the mugwort just beyond.
Now the dogs are panting, and I need to find some water,
I guess it’s the creek-bed, so down the slope I totter.
Sitting frozen to the ground, I found a five-gallon pail,
Took it to the creek and filled it, “It’s got a hole!” I heard me wail. 
Racing to the top, to arrive before it leaks,
 Hurry, hurry, if you will, we haven’t got two weeks.
Now the dogs are drinking and you know that all is well,
Except the pipes are frozen, Oh my Buddha--what the hell!
At least there’ll be no bursting ‘cause I left the water flowing
If you think you hear some laughter, well you know it’s just me crowing.

2 comments:

  1. When our girls are thirsty, there is no time to waste!

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  2. That is the name of that tune, Ollie!

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