My Silo Haven

 

My Silo Haven

© by Bud Lemire on June 4, 2024

My Silo Haven, is my home and my heaven

I live eight floors up, from floor number seven

I take the elevator, to get up and down

And ride my bike, so I can get around

When it first opened, only seniors lived here then

It was called The Senior Silo, some remember when

In fact there's one, who was here at the start

Joan is her name, and she has a wonderful heart

I recall her saying “she was young when she moved in”

Now she's a senior, she smiles and says with a grin

I love this Escanaba icon, it's been my home for over twenty years

I am glad to have lived here this long, so I give it many cheers

It's nearby all the places, that I love to be

From the fifteenth floor, there's so much I can see

The boats on the water, coming in to dock

People on the sidewalk, going for a walk

I've made many friends in the time that I've been here, a variety of them I'd say

I spend nights visiting and playing games with them, and I like it that way

My Silo Haven, the Oatmeal box, so glad to call you home

Aronson Island nearby, is one of the places I like to roam

I like living here, I've had some great times here

Met some special people, whom are so very dear

I moved in on July 1, 2004, and on July 1, 2024 I've been here

20 years. There's been many changes in staff and residents,

yet they have all turned out good. Met some really great people

here. I have some great memories of years gone by. As well as

shed some tears over some who have passed. In the end, the

friends here, have made living here, a pleasure. Thank you.

Persnickety

 

Persnickety

© by Bud Lemire on June 5, 2024

Why are people so persnickety, I'd really like to know

Why can't they just accept the outcome, and then let it go

You could say, fastidious is the word

It's gotten to the point, of being absurd

You've got to understand, not everyone will be like you

You may think you're better, but it's simply not true

What you know, may be more knowledge than the rest

Change the subject, and they just might know the best

Accept them, accept you, let all things just be

Let things be as they are, that really is the key

Some people that you know, think it's very impolite

To tell them they are wrong, and that you are right

The Pearl Mist

 

The Pearl Mist

© by Bud Lemire on July 3, 2024

The Pearl Mist came in to dock, it's been here once before

It docked behind the library, right next to the shore

The Escanaba City Band was there, they played and sounded great

Welcoming this cruise ship, to this Yooper estate

Two Hundred And Ten passengers on six decks, watched the band play

As I took pictures from my window, on this special Wednesday

Mayor Mark Ammel, presented to the Captain a key

That opened the door to Escanaba, so welcoming and carefree

Made in Halifax, Nova Scotia in Two Thousand Fourteen

It travels around the Great lakes, and is widely seen

Its voyages take it around Ontario, Wisconsin, and Mackinac Island too

Traveling the cities on the Great Lakes, on the water so blue

On board are musicians, historians, and naturalists as well

Enjoyment for the passengers, whether it's hello or farewell

I listened to the Escanaba City Band play a song or two

I smiled as I am happy, to live right where I do

The buses came, to bring the passengers somewhere

Around Escanaba, to see what all was there

As I gazed out my window, from my Harbor Tower View

I saw some of the passengers, all waiting in queue

This was the second time this year that the Pearl Mist docked here.

It usually stays a day and then heads out again later.

I was able to take advantage of this day taking many pictures.