Ode to Paul

While you’re being poked and prodded,

Lying in a bed that’s somewhat flat,

We thought you might need a distraction

Like views from underneath a hat.

This hat now belongs to your brother.

A gift to him from you.

It’s brought many years of pleasure.

Now he’d like to share the view.

It’s been to Spain, up mountains high,

And pristine valleys green.

Now it’s on a trip to Alaska

Where the sun is always seen.

It has felt its share of raindrops,

And is looking somewhat flat,

From being rolled on by a Golden

Who doesn’t comprehend a hat.

So far it’s seen the Haul Road

And eagles taking flight…

A glacier here, a mountain there,

And folks looking for salmon to bite.

But just in case you’re thinking

That all is quite serene,

Remember that we’re sleeping three

In smaller than a queen.

And one of us is that Golden

Who loves to run in muck.

And we’ve spent 7,000 miles

In the confines of a truck.

But mostly all is blissfull,

With adventures at our door.

Even though, at our age,

Miles of hiking makes us sore.

Tomorrow may find moose or ram,

Or possibly bear scat!

Or miles and more of travel

Hoping tires don’t go flat.

But when we see the ocean

With iceflows drawing near,

Or view a mama grizzly

Or muskox, or reindeer,

You need to know that with each view

You’re in our hearts and that

We think of you and pray for you,

Wishing you were in this hat.

There are no stars to wish on

With a sun that never sets

We know prayers for you

To heaven will be our surest bet.

Our ode is almost finished now

But before we draw a close,

We hope that you now know for sure

The reason for this prose…

That when you’re poked and prodded

Lying on a bed that’s somewhat flat,

That you close your eyes and think of

The view from underneath this hat!

PS  David’s brother is in the hospital.  We ask for all of our prayer warrior friends to join together to ask the Great Physician to grant Paul’s full recovery.  Thanks to each of you!