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Jimmy

King Phenomenon
Here’s a painting from last year.
 

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Poem with companion painting:

Barnyard Play

As a bird with wings of might,
Through the clouds I take flight,
Beyond gravity's pull I ply,
A trail I leave across the sky.
Destination goes unknown
Heights unlimited can be flown
Today at least, in this my plane
Behind the house down the lane.

I bounce along on a metal seat,
Stirring up dirt, and dust, and heat
Up, down, and around I go,
In long, straight, even rows,
The sun bears down upon my back,
Before the hay is pitched in stacks
Upon the poles that reach head high,
For earth's great gift to fully dry.

I pull the whistle's rope to sound
For the station I am bound
Up ahead, around the bend,
For this journey now must end.
Chugging along the tracks I ride
With my puppy by my side.
I stoke the fire to make the steam,
An engineer I do dream.

Screeching tires with motor's roar,
Down the pavement I do soar.
Steering wheel turns with need,
Hitting brakes to slow my speed.
In and out of curves I weave,
A race car driver I perceive
In my future on this day.
But who's to know, who can say?

These adventures and many more,
From a lard-tin lid nailed to the door.
With dogs and chickens wandering by
And Momma hanging sheets to dry,
I'd sit upon a wedge of wood
Up close to the barn so I could
Be whatever I chose to be
In barnyard play when I was three.

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Jimmy

King Phenomenon
Poem with companion painting:

Barnyard Play

As a bird with wings of might,
Through the clouds I take flight,
Beyond gravity's pull I ply,
A trail I leave across the sky.
Destination goes unknown
Heights unlimited can be flown
Today at least, in this my plane
Behind the house down the lane.

I bounce along on a metal seat,
Stirring up dirt, and dust, and heat
Up, down, and around I go,
In long, straight, even rows,
The sun bears down upon my back,
Before the hay is pitched in stacks
Upon the poles that reach head high,
For earth's great gift to fully dry.

I pull the whistle's rope to sound
For the station I am bound
Up ahead, around the bend,
For this journey now must end.
Chugging along the tracks I ride
With my puppy by my side.
I stoke the fire to make the steam,
An engineer I do dream.

Screeching tires with motor's roar,
Down the pavement I do soar.
Steering wheel turns with need,
Hitting brakes to slow my speed.
In and out of curves I weave,
A race car driver I perceive
In my future on this day.
But who's to know, who can say?

These adventures and many more,
From a lard-tin lid nailed to the door.
With dogs and chickens wandering by
And Momma hanging sheets to dry,
I'd sit upon a wedge of wood
Up close to the barn so I could
Be whatever I chose to be
In barnyard play when I was three.

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