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Poetry Indulging Dad Fashion

The World Between the Words
A poem I wrote in March of this year:



I told my boys this morning
that my outfit was very stylish:
a red button-down, under a black suit
a blue and black striped tie,
all pulled together, I told them
by a pair of peacock socks
with all the same colors.

My son looked in in the eye,
a hand on my arm and,
like an adult indulging a child, he said
"Your outfit looks great dad."
 
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@dave.crowther Was that taken on a camping trip? Great photo.
yes. My boys and I have been working slowly though the "high peaks" in the Aidirondack mountains- there are 46, or so of them; this was taken about a mile from the trailhead of a mountain called Seward. It was a mighty task, and the day of the hike (this picture was the day before) it was raining and ~45 degrees farenhite. He made it about 90% of the 7 miles up, but had to turn around from cold and fatigue. :( was dissapoint there, for sure. But we had such a great time!!
 

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