Mr. Moon You are cordially invited for biscuits and tea I do hope you have no conflicting plans Though I realize the work you do with tides is always on your mind Just think of the conversation we could have As I sit on atop a mountain high above the world I have so many questions but to be polite would ask only a few Of the sights you have seen these billions of years And what you think about your view
In turn I could show you a flower and describe it in great detail If you like I could introduce you to my kitty, though she might be shy We could joke about the myths believed by man Of green cheese and the man in you It would be oh so grand So Mr. Moon if you can find the time I do hope you will drop by Otherwise I will just be content to watch you cross the sky
Grew up in a small Georgia town with a desire to see some of the places I had read about and many I had not. I moved to Alaska and lived there for about ten years. My jobs took me to many parts of the state including Barrow, Nome, Kodiak Island and many more. I have also lived in California, Oregon and now Washington state.
Let this be the story of the journey so far.