On hot summer days, and cool summer nights,
We shared the same bed, and turned out the lights.
Playing Cowboys and Indians, and kick the can;
This is our tribute, to our great aunt.
All day and all night, on the green grass outside;
Up and down the long lane, the memories coincide.
We were happy to see her, oh what a sight.
Me and my sister looked up to our great aunt, in delight.
Our summer was made, fun times were here;
As long as our dear aunt was near.
She's always on the go, a gypsy at heart;
She loved to ride Trigger, boy what a start.
From a brown and white Pinto, to a blue full cab truck;
She travels great distances, dodging deer with luck.
Stopping in to triumphantly play, an occassional game;
We all remember that Bingo, is her middle name.
Resting at home and watching Jenny Jones,
Trying to keep busy, staying away from the phones.
Contemplating her next journey, with map in hand;
She travels far and wide, across our land.
Spinning cotton candy, and making her ham;
The sausage with onions, she will cram.
Her daughter, Susanna, is her name;
We've seen repeatedly, in lights and in fame.
We anxiously await, her future marriage,
And the offspring, it may bring.
As my dear aunt sits surfing, the World Wide Web;
Anticipation is growing of what will become, of the search ahead.
From dusk to dawn, zapped into the net she will be;
Bookmarking, sending, and talking to me.
Searching for family lines, recipes, and me
Occassionally stopping to play hearts, let's see..
There's greeting cards and e-mail, chat and so much more;
One might wonder, if her eyes don't get sore.
Y2K, I hope it's not true;
This would truly turn, my dear aunt blue.
No surfing, no driving, no good things to do;
This would surely, send my aunt to the zoo.
Sandy, Dean, and Anitabird
June 1999
My favorite aunt; Marylin, on Trigger
