The Way to a Man’s Heart…

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You may have heard the saying, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!” This holds true with me. I am always enticed by great food, especially home made by my wife. This afternoon she made this beautiful cherry pie for me for Valentine’s Day. I can’t wait to dig into it, but I promised to wait until tomorrow! If I am lucky, maybe I will have a piece for breakfast! Nothing says love like a homemade cherry pie!

Winter Valentine

She baked a sweet cherry pie

I know she loves me

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

First Kiss

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He was tall with brylcreemed hair
Sixteen // a new driver’s license
She was petite // a spring flower
Fourteen // hormones tingling
Her cute irresistible smile drew him.
In the shadows of the church hallway
A first kiss // never to be forgotten
…Though so long ago

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, so today De asked us to write a Quadrille of 44 words that included a reference to a kiss. I wrote this one in memory of my first kiss!

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Valentine Lovers

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Valentine Lovers

Up and down from limb to limb

He chases her she chases him

Through the tree tops

Jumping branch to branch

Round the big gum tree they dance

Up into the maple she’s on his tail

Nothing to hang on not even a rail

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Day after day I see them fly

Moving so fast right up to the sky

Not even aware she loves him so well

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Of anything else they never can tell

Not bothered by birds not even the Hawk

Unafraid of the cat that continues to stalk

They lived in the tree the woodpeckers’ nest

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She lives upstairs but his hole’s the best

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He goes right in no need to knock  

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No doors to open not even a lock

Now that it’s spring and the sap is rising

As I watch the squirrels it’s not surprising

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No family planning just natural instinct

Won’t be long till we have little sprints

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth