Just like we do, sunsets come and go of their own accord.
There’s no wishing they could stick around longer than usual.
Half-ass gone and hanging by a wire
(who’s about to turn 60)
Uncle Tree
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The Evolution Of A Sunset
It was so cold in Nebraska, even the Sun wore a hoodie!
Sunny-side up — orb — over-easy, yes?
Scrambling down the horizon, we stir it all together again.
Whisk, weave and wave ≈ the cheerios of goodbyes.
Sorta nosy is El Sol, as always.
Uncle Tree
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Great Plains Landing: Part 2
Season’s greetings end with landings and long-necked kissing!
Beastly and clumsily, the chums fowl down to mingle.
After a fun day on the course,
the geese parade to the 19th hole for a drink on the house.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Happy landing!
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In The Wisdom Of A Sap
We are but a speck of stardust, and yet,
we, too, arise and shine boldly,
as if we were immortal.
Uncle Tree
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One Ray Street
Some folks say there is only one ray to heaven,
as if, they’ve taken that trip before.
Is this One Ray Street the famed road well traveled?
Or, is this your ray and to hell with what they say?
When your sun begins to set, and your ray of hope wanes dimmer,
only the gleam in your eye will know
who went down a winner.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Peace to Ray Thomas: Moody Blues
“Thank you for shining!”
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Christmas Lights Of Lincoln
For one night only on Christmas Eve, the Country Club of Lincoln
lines the sidewalks and the islands with candles.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Stay merry!
Keith
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Christmas Poise
◄ P-o-i-s-e → when one loses their balance and falls ►
whilst retaining their dignity all the way down
from the chimney to the ground; then
making snow-angels thereafter,
where they lie with nary a cry,
nor wince of pain.
Santa Claus
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Merry Christmas!
Uncle Tree
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Snowman Down
One too many at your Christmas party?
Did you cross the line last night?
Stay safe and upright, folks.
Happy holidays to you!
Peace and loves!
Uncle Tree
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Getting In The Wild Game
Getting lost in the game, before golfers get on course
is a furry red fox, looking back at me taking shots at him.
This wild red fox is going to tame the golf course!
Understand now, he doesn’t tend to his chores every day.
Nay, this is only the second time I’ve seen him this year.
Even though he acts like he owns the place, he is just a passerby
looking for a bit of breakfast — the kind of meal that moves!
“See you later, my fox trotting friend! Happy hunting!”
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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Great Plains Landing
We’re all going to land somewhere someday →
Sometimes ♫ ♪ I feel my wheels itching to drop down
Every soul that rises → reaches for a sun to set
Nature nurtures shenanigans from even the best of us
Photographs by Uncle Tree
America The Great
God bless us!
You, too.
UT
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