Son of Dob

A preface:
These words are not pins to capture and fix his butterfly being
Simply samples of perspectives that Blogs of Dobs is seeing:

Now:
This man we all love is a wizard, a magic weaver
Turning dreams into action with the power of a believer
He’s a go-go machine powered by chocolate, coffee and schemes
Into the moment he leans, with all of his capacity
With “I’ve got a tool for that”, and “we could do it like this”…
Flowing through life dancing his mahi with bliss
Dobsy, colloquially, is a being of lightness and love
Even if you don’t know how to open your little heart,
His will enfold you in a gentle hug
The ever giver, participation is his reward
Redefining the kiwi man, with authenticity at the core
No fake macho bullshit here, just handstands in the sun
The ability to do a deed should not preclude the fun
Excitement sparks his eyes, at almost all times
As concepts arc across synapses connecting
Solutions like fireworks reflecting
On the surface of a deep cool lake
The fluid foundation for his balance, calm core
His is the mountain stream running and rushing
With energy to carve through rock
But his also is the clear lake where sediments settle
And fish grow healthy and birds flock.

Joe Blogs, 2022

(Ngā mihi to Greta for filming!)