TWS: Cover Shoot October 2015

REBEL YELL (AKA TONY WARD IS STILL KICKIN’ IT)

Rebel yell

Ain’t no little boy

Rebel yell

Oh yeah, that’s damn right

Rebels don’t have an expiration date

And, since you don’t have a sticker tagged on your bottom, Tony Ward’s maverick  status is blushingly great

Some may say you should trade that sexy Benz for a golden rocking chair

Men half your age wouldn’t have the balls of taking that steering wheel which you dare

But, damnit, Tony Ward is so far from through yet

Sun, moon, stars, fireflies and patterns of red-light

Fire which burns inside of you is the flame that splashes upon photo paper

Darkroom develops art which is timeless

Even when flesh and bone become ash, it reflects on who Tony Ward is

Rebel yell is serenity’s bliss

Got many years of living to go

Man of many talents has miles of teaching and observing the human flow

Those small minds may wonder of the old man can keep up

When Mr. Ward whips out that big lens of his, he shuts the nonbelievers up

Now, I ain’t being trashy

Oh no, this blonde here is way too sassy

I guess I’ll just keep it classy

So, from me to you, I say

“Happy Birthday, Tony!!”

Nature’s symphony is a tuner of time

Barely a wrinkle upon your face

Yet, the ones that are there are experiences’ trace

Projects and configurations are the spice of life which keeps you on the ball

You can mambo and hustle with the best of them all

Flyin’ like an eagle to here and there

Damn, Tony you never lose that elegant flair

Sounds of them old bones of yours cracking has a nice appeal

No doubt about the expanse of your life – It’s the REAL DEAL

Maturity isn’t just growing old

It’s the savoring of each second which heaven has allowed

Be that peacock and forever walk proud

60 IS SEXY!!

Wear it like a champ, Tony!!

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