Monday, May 17, 2010

Birthday Boy

Now, you might be a red-neck if you have one of these 'pillows' on every couch, bed and chair.

You might even be one if your hat choice for the day includes tail feathers.

A Poem for Steve

Your camo patterns are vast and carefully chosen,
You can speak the language of any woodland animal,
Your truck smells earthy, organic really...
You get up at unspeakably early to sit in the quiet of the woods for hours.

You know who you are, and the One who made you,
You take care of your family and love those around you,
Your passion for life spills over and over,
You've made a difference in life after life.

Happy Birthday crazy husband of mine, I'm looking forward to everything.


  1. Great poem.....great pictures. Will we see a picture of your rhubarb pie. It is one of my favorites also. All your blogs are you....

  2. Ok...I read one post. I am a fan /follower/whatever. Love your writing already...

  3. Love it!
    Truly captures who he is...