Shrouded Shore: The Many Musings of Thom Singleton

  August A name of many descriptors… Awe-inspiring Magnificent  Worthy of great respect Grand and glorious Noble Eminent Distinguished A name for our five-year-old grandson to aspire to Once he knows what some of these words mean  

  A River of Friends The trail on the river today was a river of friends. First a big dog Quasimodo, and, walking him, our neighbor Jude. Then Patti’s friend from church. Finally the couple with the unmistakable hats, Marsha and Al. Today we did more talking than walking, but we had a lot of fun.  

  Lost in Idioms I’m looking for you. Where are you? Are you… On your feet or on your knees? On the fence or on the move? On the beam or on the blink? On pins and needles or on your way? On the ball or on the ropes? On the run or on the warpath? On the mend or on the outs? On top or on the bench? On your good behavior or on your high horse? On the way or on hold? On the bandwagon or on the QT? On the road or on the lam? On your back or on the alert? On the fly or on the rocks? On the dot or on the loose? On the double or on your last legs? You’re not on the job,  So soon you’ll be called on the carpet!

  Our Suns Suns? A misspelling or a play on words? Or something greater, brighter? Yes! Our sons are like suns to us. For, as the Sun provides light and life to Earth, Our sons share their brilliance and heart with us. It is warming to us for them not only to help us  With the work of owning a home, But also to anticipate when their assistance is needed And offer to do so. They say “love you,” but also show it by their kind help. We are grateful for such fine suns.

  Their Meadow Meal First course - salad, red clover, tall buckthorn Next course - cob corn, sweet cob corn, gold cob corn Dessert course - apples, ripe apples, green apples “They” are the deer herd that eat here what grows here And what neighbors give them - green apples and corn

  Yearlings Yearling deer have little fear Compared to their mother Today I went to fill the bird feeder And came upon one I did not bother He gazed at me but did not run Until what I was doing I got done Then left awhile until I made a pile A pile of birdseed for the Big Birds He must have gotten the word out For two of his pals came on out Followed by the rest of the herd Today I counted six more deer Who again showed little fear Until the buck appeared Then, white tails up, they disappeared While the buck gleaned the rest of the seed The Big Bird seed