Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Tribute to My Son's Summers

Here's an ode to the accent my son will hear on his summer vacations, and to the 15th anniversary of the classic movie "Fargo."

Great Lakes
Barn yard on my father’s farm:
The car alarm! I’m seein’ stars.
Bob’s at the bar with Carl and Marge.
It’s not far, but parking’s hard.

And, Oh, God, what’s that large mark
on your forearm. Fooling with the dog,
now that wasn’t too smart.
Your head was always hard.

 Too many movin’ parts. We’re dodgin’ rocks,
but you got a big heart, big as Scot’s.
His snow-thrower’s big as an ox.
Now relax, and let me charge the box.

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