Rudy, Duke of Ginger, says, “Hello there, folks!”
Regal Rudy takes a royal bow best he can.
After all the fun, a royal nap seems purr…fectly in order.
“Let me know when they start serving ice cream. I love that part!“
Ready steady Rudy knows a silver spoon when he sees one.
Believe you me! — Sir Uncle Tree
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The Heart Bush was once familiar, then all at once it was removed.
Probably not moved elsewhere, nay.
Most likely mowed down to the ground for pity’s sake!
Why in God’s name would they do such a thing, you ask?
Me, too. Good question!
We’ll have to ask the groundskeeper at
The Highlands Golf Course in Lincoln, Nebraska.
“I mean, really! How low can you go?”
Uncle Tree
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She’d call me into the parlor
to come and sit by her side
I always knew what she wanted
the joy that came from her pride
Mother alone possessed the keys
caught off-guard by her fingers
Chopsticks, I’d play beside her knees
Still the memory lingers
We sang a song by The Beatles
those insects with many hands
She said The Band had just arrived
they’d come to invade our lands
Music would roll from whence we played
I feigned to sing harmony
We rocked the clock; in time we stayed
The Stones were too old for me!
Uncle Tree
“Happy Mother’s Day!”
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May you ever face the sunset landing bravely catty-cornered.
May you ever go down famously flaunting your fabulous colors.
May you ever remember how to get twiggy with it, when necessary.
May you ever say, “Cheerz!” to the merry month of May!
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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Well! Hello there, folks!
Did y’all come here just to see li’l ol’ me?
I am the last windmill, ya know!
The blackbirds told me so.
Stand back and endure the awe,
because fainting is against the law,
and awfully embarrassing, too, I hear tell.
As you pass on by, say, “Hey!” to my comrades for me, will ya?
before they’re rolled away to meet their Maker.
Don’t worry about those cows, now. Ya hear?
Once they come home, it’s all over for everybody.
River is an exception to that rule.
I pray it always runs.
Sir Windmill
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Aye, windmill! Your scars can only speak of one of your stories.
Still, you stand bravely in your silent solemnity.
Salutary respects to Your Highness.
Sincerely, Uncle Tree
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When the wind no longer fans
your fancy flames,
rust will rule your world behind
locks and chains.
Uncle Tree
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The rare and endangered Whooping Cranes are white.
I’ve never seen one before, so I can’t say positively,
but that one in the middle sure stood out in the crowd.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
April 13, 2018
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“You people set aside a day just to celebrate trees?”
Absolutely! See what happens when trees don’t get hugged?
“Well, we all do the best we can with what we got to work with.”
Well-hugged trees are standout creatures, as you can plainly see.
“If you think we take trees for granted, you’re crane wrong.”
On behalf of my friends and me²
I thank you for the hugz!
HaPPy ArBoR DaY!
Uncle Tree
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Crane U. flocks!
Sandhill Cranes running laps for fowl play
Grazing Crane on Friday the 13th
Lesser Cranes they may be, but they venture closer to the road
than their larger look-a-likes, the Greater Sandhill Cranes.
Superstitions abound on this day,
but only the fool-hearty fly away.
“Stand your ground!”
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Friday the 13th
April 2018
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Uncle Tree's House 