We were broke that year there wasn’t much rain. We took the horses out to the dry golden plain. A place that seemed you could see for days, riding the open space thinking things would never change. thinking back on that now grateful for where we are today To my wife, and Muffin and justice.Continue reading “Wild Horses”
The wind howl’s outside Like the voice of one Crying in the wild It seems to call me But I’m scared Terrified that it will call me Into the unknown places The reaches of which I have To go Far beyond what’s comfortable And easy Some where that is foreign And shaky I listen closeContinue reading “A Voice Crying Out”
Under the stars is where I want to be Fire side, bed roll out thats where I truly feel free looking up from my back seeing what they saw In the past The night sky is a scary thing sometimes going beyond what our minds can fathom reaching far ahead of what the eye canContinue reading “Pathways Under the Stars”
The tree stands alone, Unnatural for the middle of a forest. It is quiet and strong small now but it will grow the roots run deep reaching for life for security for stability it is strange that no trees surround like it was set out to be the one it stands majestic on its ownContinue reading “Stand Alone”
At the beginning of every year I take time to get away from social media, TV, and all the other things that provide the daily distractions from what’s really important. This year I started a little early, and let me tell you, it was some much needed down time. My wife gave birth to ourContinue reading “Some Down Time”
I looked and saw above the trees there were mountains as tall as my eyes could see how they got there I do not know, but it is a place I’d like to go. I imagine it to be perfect where there is happiness and no race, no color, no keeping up with each other.Continue reading “The Place Above The Trees”
Fire Side with you Is the only place I want to be Scoot a little closer Feel the heat Hold my hand Like you hold my heart Gently, but with The strength of a giant
Outside of my head Outside of time Out of body watching myself in the distance Wishing I could scream, or yell and tell the idiot to move. It’s like watching a movie yelling from the outside does no good. The one living the story has to make the choice to live the story.
There’s something about a worn out book or journal the story contained within the pages is a life lived worth telling about open it up and read even a little and you’ll see the tears, the wear, the soft pages, and frayed corners are evidence of different seasons of use, tears, joy, sadness, happiness, loss,Continue reading “Stories Lived – Stories Told”
Oh to be king Of my own little world The things I would doAnd see I’d find my Queen And it would be Just you And me.