Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Showers and Vodka

Afternoon Heat,
Racing Clouds with Black Bellies,
Bursting across the fairways.
Rain Blowing, almost horizontal.
And Me?
Just sitting on the Lanai,
Vodka for me and
White Wine for my Lady.
Laughing at Mother Nature,
her sense of Humor.
and her Consideration
of our Comfort by cooling us down.
Thanks Old Girl!
Don Bobbitt, 2013
Copyright, Donald Bobbitt. 2013, All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Old Joke, Lost in a Balloon

Don Bobbitt

A man is in a hot air balloon is lost over Iowa . 

He looks down and sees a farmer in the fields and shouts to him, where am I? 

The farmer looks back up and shouts back. 
You're in a basket you DumbAss!


Monday, July 15, 2013

An afternoons impressions on a round of Golf.

Check out this little Poem about aging Golfers and the reason they love the game so much that they keep coming back.

Click on the link below:

Another Afternoon of Golf.

by Don Bobbitt


Sunday, April 21, 2013

I Write.

My Words drop onto paper
like a blowing rain on a hot sandy beach.
They lie there and take their own form,
as all things newborn do.
Eventually, in the bright light of review,
some will be deemed good, while many will be thought bad.
Me? I'm a writer, so, like the birthing mother Lion,
I move on to my next newborn work.
You? It's up to you to decide which are worth your time.