It was about 8:30PM last Sunday evening. Girls were in bed. Mike, Danny, Oak, and I were sitting in our living room, each of us working on our own laptop. It had been quiet for a while. Randomly, I asked Oak what he was doing, and he said something I was NOT expecting.
"Writing a poem."
NOT what I was expecting, but very cool!
The Jones Fam
This is the Law of the family, as old and as true as our name
The house that keeps it will prosper, but the house that breaks it is lame
Like Mom driving us kids to school, the Law runneth to and fro
For our memories grow from us, and from our memories we too do grow
Memories of times in MAVY, Cape Reinga to renowned Milford Sound
The Mav sits us tightly together, keeps us close knit as we drive around
Our habits, hobbies, jokes and teasing, and Dad’s photos I have to admit
Keep us on edge but loving each other, although sometimes it takes some grit
Our travels from Turkey to Tonga, New Plymouth to good ol’ New York
Are like the meat of our Whanau, taste good and are filling like pork
There’s also the quiet evenings at home, playing Boggle or just sitting around
That are important to our unity, and are often the most profound
Our religion makes us peculiar, but a stronger family everyday
Where we learn the family’s eternal, how to act and what to say
The bad times we share are important, just as much as the good times are fun
For it’s then that we truly are tested, on our stickatitutti and devotion
For what really makes us family, isn’t our similar skin, brains and bones
But the experiences we share together, that’s what really make us The Jones
- Oak Jones
Here are some pictures from Oak's camera, taken in the last month or so....
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| Back Beach |
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| The Foot |
In order to take this sunrise picture last week, Oak climbed out of one of his bedroom windows onto the roof. It was 6AM in a massive windstorm, and, unfortunately, a gust of wind slammed the window on its hinges and it blew off the house and landed on the ground.
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| see the window on the ground |
