In the misty cool morning, fog rolls through these old brick streets. Shops open up, people wave, smile, and laugh.They ready themselves for another day in small town USA. The simplicity of living here is relaxing and breathtaking, all at once.I used to hate the fact that I may never leave here. But wherever IContinue reading “Home – FNS # 23”
This sip of coffee warms me up. It wakes up my insides, dusts offthe cobwebs that have formedovernight. To say that I don’t need coffeewould be like saying the sun doesn’t need the moon,Or me not needing you. It’s ridiculous and untrue.
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”