View from the Oak Tree

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....

Back Beach

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.  

see the window on the ground