Don’t Cry For Me

Up here, you wouldn’t believe it, there are no tears. I see the way you cry, yet I can not do the same. Not for lack of care or love, if I could do something it’s my love for you that I would proclaim. But, all I can do is watch from above. Here thereContinue reading “Don’t Cry For Me”

Walk On

“Walk on” he said to the old horse Unsaddled and free of reign, his owner wanted to give him free reign. Tears formed in his eyes, the toughest goodbye he’d ever said.The old horse had carried him through the good and bad.He was closer to him than most people.Thus, the time has come to letContinue reading “Walk On”

Consuming Beauty

The smoke from Colorado blew in just before dawnWhen the sun came up it created something different, not a golden hour, more like bronze. The dusty haze of a beautiful rebirth that is a forest fire, everything burns up and comes back healthier and more full. Like life, we feel the flames get close enoughContinue reading “Consuming Beauty”

Make it Count

End of the day cool creeps in, slow at first, you don’t notice. Sitting on the porch watching the sun sink away into nothing, well something, we just can’t see it. Another day down, did I make it count? That’s always the question I ask myself at the end of the day. Sometimes I knowContinue reading “Make it Count”

The Picture in My Nightstand

There’s a picture of you in the nightstand by my bed.It was “the best one” my mom had said. To me, it’s something you see in a bad dream.One you wake up from and can’t help but scream. I sometimes think of the life I’ve lived since you went away.What would you think of someContinue reading “The Picture in My Nightstand”

Small Town Symphony

Through the trees comes sunshine.It fights to make itself seen. In the cold morning, silence is broken by a train racing violently through town.Waking up the sleepy inhabitants. I step out of my back door.I stare out into nothing, flat lands, as far as the eye can see. Nothing obstructing my view. I lift myContinue reading “Small Town Symphony”

A Fishing Tale

One summer on the Gunnison I learned to fly fish. Learned is a loose term, lucky is more accurate. I stood on the wing dam and threw out my line, praying for the best. To my surprise, no bites were taken, they knew better than to fall to this beginner. Later on, a timely castContinue reading “A Fishing Tale”

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