My favorite shirt in life (since summer
is here) is upstairs in the
cozy attic room...resting...
all clean and folded and nice
on the pillow of my surplus 3/4
GI bunk, the one with the folded
quilts at the foot...
It is a splendid shirt made by the
excellent F. Co. of 8.5 oz
cotton flannel and will last and last
even after "a thousand washings"
(and will gain character as it ages...)
It is a shirt to be worn even as a
light jacket and has two
flap pockets...the colors seem
to never fade and check this:
A spare button is sewed on
at the bottom...
Summertime is here and
the cozy times upstairs
with the little wood stove in the
attic are over---no more good
books read in the bunk bed
with cups of hot soup...until
the first cold norther of fall
whistles around the slightly
open window up there...
And tho' the Old Poet is oft-times
a bit cold-natured
he misses the cold times,
times to escape and think
"long lost thoughts"
and wear his favorite winter shirt
once more it makes life
worthwhile.
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(SUMMER is here---
on the Rio Grande)
By MIL
21JUNE 2019
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