So glad I gave her my email

aannmason wrote:

Just came from top of barn
Mind full of memories.
The loft always makes me feel alive when it is full of hay
and on a brisk day........
Probably five- in my Grandfather Brubaker's big red barn
chasing baby kittens in the piles of hay and peering down on huge cows
and smelly momma pigs with sucking piglets.
I can close my eyes and see the barn in flames...
Fifteen- the shed on Fuller street full of hay. Learning to smoke.
Best friend Carol, Eddie and Griff.
Rainy day in Big Point, new barn,
all of us sitting in loft waiting for the rain to stop...forty three and pregnant.
Fifty with a barn full of hay and a romantic place to get away.
Now just a grand spot to watch back field, be alone and read a book.
Come home and enjoy.

Her next email: "About now you are thinking Darn, why did I give her an email ...sorry. Just got my new Paolo and Amos cds"

two minds looking for the same "forever"

I got things to do
it might be a while
but just enough time for you
to do all those dreams of yours
I'll meet you in Montana.

We got lost time to make up for
when I get to you,
I'll be nothin' but yours
Pass the time by a camp fire.

Of all the lives I could lead,
all the dreams I could achieve,
I just want to be
next you, yea you and me.

We'll be able to see for miles,
but all I need to see is your smile.
Blue eyes and blonde curls
we'll drift to sleep in our boots and jeans.

I can't wait for that special breakfast
you promised me in Jackson.
We drift apart but you
always come back to warm my heart.

You'll sing your songs,
I'll laugh until I cry.
You're my Robert Redford,
better yet my Monty Roberts.

Our own Hope will be Rising in
Montana
I'll meet you there.

Love- Your Mississippi

good lines from Garth

Both needing something from each other
Not knowing yet what that might be
That summer wind was all around me
Nothing between us but the night
When I told her that I'd never
She softly whispered that's alright
I often think about that summer
The sweat, the moonlight and the lace

Waking a friend in the dead of night
Just to hear him say it's gonna be alright

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
But I'd have had to miss the dance.

Red Dirt

You put me back on
with trembling hands
but then
you walked away.
i didn't need you
because you taught me not to
but when fear stole you from me
it took half my game.
You left me alone to carry what
You built.
i was good but i was young.
You hammered
consistency consistency consistency
then you quit.
i pushed on
thought i could bring You back
with success.
couldn't reach it without you.
eventually my eyes quit searching for you.
she tried to fill your shoes.
not possible
not because she was my mother
but because who you were and what you meant
was not replacable.

but even eight years down the road
i still had you standing there
everytime the gate opened,
if only in my heart.
on the road i would find
pieces of You in other faces
but they'd always stand by her
she didn't know enough
and you
You only stood for me
You were only there for me
but You walked away

now i spend saturday nights by the sea
far from the red dirt that
dusted my hat, little on the back end
for luck, right?
guess i never scooped up enough.
if you hadn't left, we'd be on the road.
Waco. Cheyenne. Tulsa. Amarillo.
i wouldn't be trapped by these four walls
and all this choking structure.
You walked away
and hear these tears?

i could keep going,
but then
she'll be gone.
i didn't think i could even
attempt without You but
without her...
i wouldn't even want to.
i avoid tests of my emotional strength
because You built half my strength
and she built the rest
but people, even the strongest
People always leave.

thanks buddy

To Z: Thanks for expecting the best.
I love you, man.
you sing your heart's cry in my ear
in a badass tone of course
but it is always pure, real, real talk
you come when i call
you tolerated the cold, hard tile
to give me your shoulder
you call me out every time
don't accept my mistakes
you expect better of me
fresh air when i'm drowning,
in the thoughts of tomorrow.
when i need to hear what i would say
i turn to you
you say it for me
a mirror of my words found in your thoughts
simple, i love what we have

vote

a great man sacrifices his personal success for love
a great man does not seek glory
a great man wants the best for the world
your world is now our world
what a beautiful thing
if you believe in yourself
i'll believe in you
there is no longer A country
at least... it is fading fast
i don't want a "fighter" for this country
i want a fighter for the world
fighter for the world
it is not all about me or you
it is about Us.
He is about us