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To the great Kevin I dedicate this page. A child so sensitive, so smart. Behold the life that comes your way in a manner nice and bright. Do unlike your father in emotion, food or wine. But rather like your mother in many ways than mine.

To you I dedicate this poem as someday you might feel the same "patter of little feet"

...and think of your pop, as I did of you today.

Kevinhandmonkey Kevinhorsewaiting

The Children's Hour
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, o blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!

Kevin holding Martin's hand. This nocturnal monkey had the softest of grips and a palm not unlike our own.-Chulumani 2007

Kevin waiting his turn before the final round of the 2007 ecuestrian nationals. The last rider of the field, in this case number 29-Los Sargentos, La Paz Oct. 2007

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Kevin waiting for his take - Twice national Chmpion(2006 and 2007) -Los Sargentos, La Paz Oct. 2007