Warmth from a late-March mid-afternoon
sun reigned golden-glow warmth on the front yard of little
Jackie Michaels as he enjoyed playing cowboys sporting his two-gun holster
get-up holding a matched-pair of white pearl-handled Colt .45’s. His “tin-star”
gleamed in the afternoon shafts of-light; just last-week, the Marshal and his
trusty-deputy, “Flash-draw” Lightning, had rounded-up the infamous Sutton-Boys,
a wild-gang of bad-dudes wreaking havoc on the peaceful-folks of the town; the
evil-doers were locked away in the confines of the lawman’s sturdy-jail. Jackie
smiled at the fantasy-thought, filled
with desired earned-satisfaction. He patted ole-Beau’s neck as he sat astride
the cayuse pleasantly surveying his serene-domain.
For a 6-yesr old, life was pretty-Good! The town was-Good! The Marshal was-Good!
They were-lucky to have such a famous-lawman
watching over them in diligent-protection.
Yes-Sir! That warm
early-spring warming-sun sure felt mighty-good! Mighty-Good! Indeed!
Jackie enjoyed a fine-family. His Dad
worked in the-city; he taught the boy to play-ball. Mom was delightful. A pretty-lady
who knew how to do-everything; she
cooked, cleaned and charmed. His siblings added “fun” to an already “exemplar”-life.
Jackie had found his “Heaven-on-earth”!
Days drifted from the first pale-pink
blush hint-of-dawn through mid-morn to high-noon into purple-eve ushering
mid-night black abyss twinkle-sparkled with blue-white diamond piercings.
Live just yonder south of the high-noon
sun; a-bit west of the alabaster-pale full-moon orb.
If it
ain’t-broke---don’t fix-it! Amen!
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