There Are Some Things I Never Tire Of

Sunsets and migrating birds red-rock canyons and buffalo herds, John Wayne movies and old pickup trucks high flying eagles and low flying ducks, the smell of summer at sunrise and the feel of fall when a chill fills the skies, the way my daughter's sweetly say Dad a good long hug when I'm feeling sad, beautiful rhymes and simple songs short checkout lines and trains that are long, clocks with one hand missing a little hugging and a little kissing, home cooked meals just like Mom used to make apple pie and fresh carrot cake, taking my time and travelling slow drifting along with no particular place to go, tender hearts and gentle minds lazy days and lots of free time, watching a distant lightning storm and getting it all just right in the words of a poem, giant snow flakes falling straight down the color of new grass peeking out of the ground, love simple and true spring skies clear and blue; I could add a whole lot more, but one other thing I never tire of is knowing when to stop, and shut the door!