frailty, cats purred, Simon’s Rock, tree bark
etching by Frank Packlick
drawing by Frank Packlick
To the Tune of “I’d Like to Teach the world to sing…”
I’d like to sing a tune to Frank and polka happily;
His faithfulness could strum the base; his heels tap vig’rously.
He’d grin and twinkle, nodding sage, and snatch a memory
To fly like kite on wind of cheer: another friend and tear.
His cats observed his frailty grown,
They purred in spite of pain;
Exchanging comfort everyday
Became their daily gain.
We watched him swim, pretend to drown,
At Simon’s Rock each week;
Observed his art, its careful line,
His love of detailed twist
On cat fur, tree bark, wood frame, all
His rolling, rhythmic gist!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 