Saturday, January 2, 2021

Happy Birthday! Carlos! Ole-man! 47! (Part 2 of 2)

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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