My friend Red

Old red truck I feel like writing about you.Tell ya how I do miss our time together.Those trips we took to da Krystal just me and you.Or maybe up to Franklin get us some BBQ.Times where different we where younger.You turned many a head in your prime red truck.All that chrome and fire engine red.That little 302 would really do.You always got me home never did you fail.Many a time I watched in horror as off you went on the back of a rollback wrecker.And those two times you protected me in wrecks.Momma died and you refused to go to the funeral by not cranking on that day.Your way of mourning I like to say.So old red truck my dear friend,hope all is good with you and maybe see ya again some day.

No matter what

This fog I wonder
Is it here to stay
Wake up with fog
Just about everyday

Crows I hear
Talking up a storm
Sitting in the pines
Sound a favorite of mine

Trees are changing
Now brown and green
Weather much cooler
Fall is so keen

Seasons will happen
Even if we're here or not
Life will go on
No matter what

In your smile

I think the world is mad
All these crazy things
Death cruelty meanness
These things make me sad

Compassion for none
It's the rule
Hate is common
People are cruel

Love a thing of past
Everyone is a throw away
We are just machines
Way it is today

But do you know
There is a bright light
There is hope
I see it in your smile every night

All is good

Friday night October 5 little after 730 pm.Getting dark outside.Days are shorter.Ac is off and the big window is open and the cool night air feels so nice.Lots of traffic on busy highway 29.People going and coming.

For my snack tonight I have soda crackers and ranch dressing left over from my super duper salad of supper.Cherry tomatoes,red bell pepper,sliced cucumber,whole baby carrots with the lettuce,cheese and red onions.A $10 dollar salad any where else.It was so good and usually what I have for Friday night supper because I'm tiring of fish.Speaking of food lunch was great also,my old standby favorite of pepperoni pizza and veggies sticks that are battered and fried.Breakfast was waffles and scrambled eggs with 2 sausage patties,the real stuff and 2 cups of coffee with OJ.Can you guess why I'm gaining weight?Like Momma always said eating is one of life's little pleasures.

Laying here in bed I'm comfy and all is good.At peace with the world and everything else.Hope you can say the same my friend.

Sometimes

A crying shame
All these games
People play
Every day

Can't we be honest
Can't we be true
Sometimes
Don't know what to think of me and you

Smile through the day
Because that's the way
Way been taught
Nothing else to say

Do as told
Not they scold
Don't be bold
Sure gets old

Go with crowd
Sheep we be
Collars we wear
Dare think aloud

Big Bird

Whats this I've heard
Something about Big Bird
Romney he don't like
Words like that I'm gonna fight

Now Big Bird my friend
Use to watch him now and then
Big tall with yellow feathers
I always thought a nice fella

So now I know
Why I never liked politicians
Trying to kill off Big Bird
And the Sesame Street show

We got starvation and homeless right here
All those politicians can do
Pick on Big Bird and his show
Politicians need to relax and just drink a beer

What they need to do
Work on the big problems
Like war and hunger
Leave us alone me Big Bird and you

Sugar must be up

Right now a big orange drink
With lots of chipped ice
Don't that sound good
Wouldn't it be nice

A few hot dogs
Grilled just right
Mustard ketchup onions to
Potato chips also if we might

How about this
Big plate of nachos and cheese
Now I'm sure
That would please

This would be good
Snicker bar some popcorn
Maybe a Payday
Oh I'm getting happy thinking this way

Call it junk food if you dare
But it sure taste good I do declare
Makes us fat that's a fact
At times go with taste and just don't care

Chili fries oh my
Golden brown crinkle cuts
Loaded with cheese
Guess my sugar is up

Okay guess I'm done
Had my fantasy I'm all through
Said it all I am sure
Just thinking about it sure is fun

Oh before I go
Maybe one more thing
Some hush puppies
And golden brown onion rings

Yes I'm snacking hungry
Times like this mind runs wild
Yes I know
Thinking like a child

     

See me again

It's happened again
People see me where I haven't been
Do I have a double
Maybe it's my twin

Is my sub conscious acting out
Doing things
Going places
Being out and about

So if you see me again
Make sure it's really me
Not my double
Not my twin

Gonna get kissed

What to write
Something with bite
Nothing that's tripe
Need to delight

I will try
Maybe say goodbye
Could tell lie
Make it jive

Talk about you
Maybe just me
Talk about us
Then I'll cuss

Leave at this
Preserve the bliss
You come here
Gonna get kissed

Wrong or right

Summer of 68
I was 16
Thought it was great
World could wait

Things where fast
Changes going through
Learned a lot
Some things didn't last

A war back of my mind
People I knew died
Two cultures then
No one would really win

Some for war
Some against
Wrong or right
Times nothing made sense

On TV war on at night
At 16 it gave me a fright
Some took flight
Most stood and did fight

Alligator skin tassel loafers

Alligator skin tassel loafers
I thought so cool
Worked all summer
Buy me a pair for school


Polish and shine every night
With my brushed Levis bleeding Madris shirt and black socks
Every thing pressed and starched
Every thing had to be just right

I was so picky
I was kinda silly
Everything had to be so so
But least I did dress spiffy

No lint or crease
Could you see on me
Now wear anything it don't matter
But those alligator skin tassel loafers did cause chatter

Friend

Momma called me Pete
Why I don't know
Was it just a nickname
Or was it someone she did know

Now Daddy called me Hoss Fly
That was ok
He called me that
Up till the very last day

Some still call me Johnny
If they knew me back then
That to them is who I am
Way it's always been

John Lee when I was bad
That's what they called me
Knew something I had done wrong
That name made me strong

Now I'm John
To you and them
You can call me anything
But I prefer friend

Maybe a reason

Things we are never told
Them things that old
Maybe a reason
Could this be treason

My point of view
What told don't worry
What we are not do
Maybe someone fooling me and you

Ride on a U2 spy plane

U2 spy plane has LaGrange connection

November 20 1963 a few days before the death of JFK this happened over the skies of the Gulf of Mexico near Key West,Fl.This article caught my attention.Looking up records on the internet of plane crashes in the LaGrange,Ga area during the 1960's I found this which never had I heard before.An U2 spy plane flying on a mission over Cuba crashed and the pilot was from LaGrange,Georgia.This is a newspaper report of the incident.


Wreckage of Pilotless U-2 Located
KEY WEST, Fla - (AP) The wreck of a U-2 plane was found Thursday on the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico. But its cockpit was empty, holding out hope that its pilot Capt. Joe G. Hyde Jr., might have survived the crash.
Presumably returning from a mission over Fidel Castro's Communist Cuba, the high flying reconnaissance aircraft suddenly vanished from radar scopes at 10:32 AM. Wednesday, some 40 miles northwest of Key West and 188 miles north of the Cuban coast. It was there that debris was sighted Thursday morning by the searching Coast Guard cutter Nemesis. By 11:30 A.M. divers from the Navy salvage vessels Petrel and Shrike were on the wreckage in 100 foot-deep water and had confirmed that the pilot was not in the cockpit. At La Grange, Ga., Hyde's home his mother clung desperately to the belief that her 33 year-old son was still "living somewhere."
Navy and Coast Guard planes and surface craft plunged into a search for the pilot. But a Navy spokesman said, "I don't hold much hope for him."
The Navy denied a rumor that a parachute had been sighted. Both the Defense Department and the Strategic Air Command headquarters at Omaha, Nebraska said that there was no evidence that the sleek one man plane which flies at admitted heights of 75,000 feet had met with hostile action over Cuba.

Maybe

I have things to say
Way things be
Way things where
Words come to me

Sometimes words of anger
Sometimes words of pain
But telling everything
There be no gain

So I shy away
Keep most to myself
Maybe one day
When all is ok

Say what I really think
Won't hold back
Not worry about tact
But now staying on track

When there is no more to lose
When none left to care
Maybe at that time
Tell all if I choose

River Jordan

Lord you know me
What I've done
Where I've been
We know I have sinned

This I know
I have been forgiven
Heaven waits for me
I thank thee

I need no mansion
No prizes desired
There have all needed
Be no pleading

Give my crown to others
Family sisters and brothers
Just a nice shade tree
Will be enough for me

Place by River Jordan
Under that shade tree
We can sit
And just talk with me

Rainy day Monday

Dark wet day
Clouds low fast
Wind do blow
Thunder is heard
Rainy day Monday
Here to stay

Love

Love is not real
Love is a tale
Love is not bliss
Love always fails

Love can be one sided
Love can hurt
Love can kill
Love I choose to hide it

Love gives me no thrill
Love is no big deal
Love is more than a kiss
Love I don't miss

Love is a game
Love not good
Love never works
Love I can tame

Love full of blame
Love can be a shame
Love I regret
Love causes change

Love is blind
Love is not kind
Love  is not fair
Love I don't care

Goodbyes

I'm not good at goodbyes
Never have I been
They make me feel awkward
Almost like committing a sin

Goodbyes I have had a few
They always end with
I'll come back to see you
That never happens it's never true

Soon just a memory at best
Doing good if that you get
So be honest just say
Maybe we will meet another day

Hurts just to know
Maybe really we where not that close
All we said and did
Was just put on a cruel hoax

Goodbyes I want no more
Sometimes they more than can bare
Seems I have had my share
Goodbyes just a shutting of the door

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I won't

I won't look out the window
I won't sit by the door
If you ain't coming
I won't wait any more

Hot on my heels

I was a kid
Momma I made mad
I had been bad
Down Juniper Street I fled

Hot on my heels
Momma was catching up
I zig I zag
It was no use I had been had

She caught me
By the old Chinabeery Tree
I tried to run
I tried to flee

Them switchings stung like a bee
I could run but so could she
The day I tried outrunning Momma
It didn't work out for me

Krystal

Krystal burgers
I do like
Buy a sack
When you go back

Get some fries
Don't forget the chili
A few corn pups
Large Coke in a cup

Krystal burgers
Some can eat many
But for me
Four will be plenty

Whoppers and Big Mac's
They are ok
But for me
I will take Krystal's any day

Small and square
That steamed bun
Mustard onion and a pickle
Go buy me some won't you hun

You do that
For ever I'm grateful
We could be friends
Till the end

Yes Krystal's I like
Best burger around
I'm not bragging just a fact
Buy me a sack next time in town

Sea

I hear the sea
It's calling me
Visions of deep blue water
Maybe that's where I should be

Elly May

Elly Mae
Not enough words
We can say
She from back in da day

Those hard biscuits used as ammo
Hid in da trees
With her double barrel sling shot
Elly would shoot at me

Elly had a cousin
Jethro Bodine was his name
Being a double naught spy
Was his claim to fame

Then there was Granny
Cooked them vittles
Made her potions
Granny had possum in her kettles

Old Uncle Jed
From the hills of Tennessee
Struck that black gold
Move them all to hills of Beverly

The cement pond
Ghosts in the walls
Neighbors Drysdales and Miss Jane
I sure miss them all

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill
They climbed that hill
Jack had a plan
So did Jill

Jill had a gun
A 357 mag
Oh that bad Jill
She had took some pills

Poor ole Jack
Know what Jill did
Shot Jack in the back
Just for a thrill

Well Jack died
Jill didn't even cry
She was found guilty of murder one
Now poor ole Jill they did fry

Moral of story
I don't have one
I wrote this
Just for fun

We grew up

November 1963
I remember the day
Man named JFK
They blew him away

A Friday I was 11
About 2 pm in the day
Principal came on loud speaker
This is what he had to say

The place was Texas
Dallas was the town
Things we heard made us frown
Since that time US been going down

Innocence was lost
End of Camelot
We grew up
We learned alot

57 Chevy

57 Chevy
Oh so cool
Always wanted one
They make me drool

57 Chevy
They where great
Make mine a 4 speed
With a big V8

Life

Life is precious
Life is so short
Life so dear
Life we do abort

Little babies in the womb
Little souls growing strong
Little babies never a chance had
Little babies did nothing wrong

Grandma Grandpa past their day
Grandma Grandpa they raised us
Grandma Grandpa we should honour
Grandma Grandpa we put them away

People we kill
People we cheat
People we hate
People our life's are bleak

Come a day we repent
Come a day Jesus will be back
Come a day we will answer
Come a day we resent

Those dead eyes

Those dead eyes
That blank stare
When you have it
It's more than I can bare

That no speaking
That quiet house
When you do it
Feels like fire I've been doused

The slamming of the door
The room does shake
When you leave
It's more than I can take

When you lie
It does hurt
I won't worry
Cause I did try

Born down here

Born down here
Hold it against me
Got my ways
Don't miss them days

Born down here
Got my way of talking
Have a way of thinking
Don't like it start walking

Born down here
I love everyone
Not like some of you
Down here way it's done

Born down here
Got my customs
Got my past
Them things didn't last

Born down here
Time we change
We could do better
Right here in LaGrange

Blame

I hear them cry
Some of them die
It's a shame
Who is the blame

Didn't anyone care
No love to share
Was it so hard
Why couldn't you be there

What goes around
It comes around
That's what they say
Worry about judgement day

Free

I look around and see
People in drama
I'm so glad it's not me
Really I'm not doing bad
Worse times could be had
No one to hassle me
I like just being free
Out of sight
Out of mind
Thank you very much
I'm doing just fine

I bet

Here I lay
On this day
Nothing to say
Need to pray

Thinking of you
Nothing else do
Things that true
Not getting blue

Not trying forget
Nothing to regret
Will not fret
This I bet

Bridges

Bridge over troubled waters
Burning your bridges
Bridges way up high
Bridges that swing
Bridges that touch the sky
Bridges over deep water
Bridges scare me

My friend and me

That time of day

Almost night

All is good

I can have my say

Peace comes to me

Life as I want it

Way it should be

Wish it would stay

Now free to think

Write what on mind

Quiet way I like

Wish this way all time

Not missing anything

Where I should be

This is for us

My friend and me

Done and over

Things in brain
Can cause pain
Memories of past
Things didn't last

Wish could forget
Those things regret
Need to change
Lose that pain

No use crying
Done and over
Just keep living
Don't quit trying

Change

First day fall
Start new season
Time to reflect
Time to redirect

Warm days
Cool nights
Leaves changing
Beautiful sight

Change here
It will happen
No use fight
Try as you might

Chosen few

Momma and Daddy worked in the mills
My belly always filled
Never went barefooted unless I wanted
Never was I taunted
Lint heads we where called
Some sure had gall
Poor but proud
Never boasting or loud
I had love and a name
My only claim to fame
Poor and never knew
Maybe we where the chosen few

Blast from the past

Blast from the past.My cousin Gail sent me this photo.I never had seen it before.I'm the dorky kid in the middle with Momma and Daddy.I must have been about 13 or so.This was taken at the old home place at East Newnan,Georgia.Many a summer night was spent  camping out in this backyard.My best friend Doug lived next door and that was a fun time in my life.On the left you can see the start of a tree house.The year was most likely 1965.What a time !

Sun's rays

I'm not supposed to feel this way

At times hard to face a new day

My eyes are blinded

By the sun's rays

I do know better

But it's the real me

I keep sliding back

Never will I be really free

Put on a show

Try to act

Let no one know

That you're ready to crack

Smile even if fake

Do what's expected

Try to please

Even if it's all you can take

Sometimes

Sometimes I forget

Life's been a trip

Sometimes been fine

Met some who where kind

Sometimes I want to forget

Things that where bad

All them things that sad

Those times had

If I do forget

You always remember

This is true

I did love you

God call home

Mom and Dad

They are gone

Here I am

All alone

Will come time

To gather again

Wait till then

All be fine

God call home

A family again

No more tears

No more pain

Try to forget

Visions of places past

Memories that didn't last

Another time

Another place

Life once had

Try to forget

All those regrets

Come home they saying

Pines swaying

They waving

Come home they saying

There wish I staying

Fly

Birds in the sky

Way up high

Sometimes wish

I could fly

One extreme follows another

Laying here at night with the big window open is nice.I like it.AC is off and the cool fallish air blowing on my face feels great.The night sounds I like also.Cars and big trucks on US 29 and last night I noticed something never heard before.Crows fussing about something.They where upset or maybe just enjoying the weather.Mornings they are the first things I notice but never have I heard them late at night before.

Days are still warm but these nice nights I can live with.The trees are starting to change now.They have that dull green and brown look to them.

Winter skipped Georgia last year it was so mild.I have always heard one extreme follows another.So if that is true maybe this is going to be a cold winter for Georgia.That's ok and maybe throw in some snow also.That would be different and enjoyed.

Beautiful day

Cool fall morn

Crows they cay

Sky so blue

A beautiful day

Pine trees sway

No sound heard

Everything being still

A beautiful day

Day is over

Day is over

Did I do my best

Did I try

Did I just get by

Did I smile

Did a kind word say

Did I help anyone

Did I make their day

Sleep

Sleep wasn't easy

In deep thought

Of things done

Of battles fought

New day here

Time start over

Peace I have

Hope it last

It's that simple

I probably don't fit the idea of what some people would call christian.Suits and ties is not my style.I can honestly say I'm not a church goer even though I'm a member of one.Not proud of that.I have opportunities to go but I don't.Some might be shocked at the music I like.My sense of humor might not fit in with others.I have what some would call a dark side.Far from perfect and asking for help and forgiveness daily is me.At times I feel like a hypocrite.Unworthy of God's love and His forgiveness.

But He has.God has set me free.Not free of struggles and hardships.Not free of sickness or sadness.Not free of broken hearts or loneliness.Being christian doesn't guarantee a life free of any of this.But I am free of eternal death.Don't get me wrong I will die.But I have the promise of God that I will live in His Heavenly home for eternity.

Why do I tell you these things about me?Maybe it needed saying.If a sinner like me can find God's love,forgiveness and grace anyone can.

It is simple.Just ask God for forgiveness and believe that His Son Jesus died for our sins and was resurrected from the grave.It's that simple.

A calling for me

I think maybe there is a calling for me.The need to write.Not for fame or fortune but to be a voice for those no one hears.A voice for the disabled,the helpless and the hopeless.A voice for those forgotten and thrown away.A voice for people who don't fit the norm.

This is on my heart tonight.The Bible teaches us that those who believe in God and follow in His son Jesus footsteps have a calling.

Maybe I have found mine.

Goat named Billy

Once I rode a goat named Billy

The terrain sure was hilly

Only three years old

At that age we are bold

Grandpa and Daddy

Set me on that goat

Down that hill I did float

That goat threw me off

I lost my shoe

Ended up black and blue

Everything said it is true

Oh so flirty

Cute as can be

Oh so flirty

Makes me wish

Again I was thirty

Yes your fine

And so kind

It's no jive

You make me feel alive

You so pretty

Anyone can see

You make me stutter

My heart do flutter

Close my eyes

The world is bad

It makes me sad

Of things that go on

Close my eyes

Shut my ears

Can't stand their tears

I hear people cry

Some want to die

I just want to hide

Please Lord help

Don't want to end up that way

That is my prayer today

You won't know

Here I am

Lost my plan

Times need a hand

Took wrong road

I'm not bold

Don't have to be told

Which way I turn

Wrong I burn

I did learn

I did try

Tried not to lie

To you goodbye

My feelings never show

You won't know

Keeping things low

Smile be glad

Even if mad

Never look sad

I'm am through

With you

This is true

Laying low

Laying low

Going with the flow

Flying under the radar

Doing good so far

Try be cool

Don't act a fool

Don't hesitate

Just cooperate

It will be fine

Good in time

Don't ring any chimes

Walk that line

Burger and fries

Burgers and fries

Such a delight

Burgers and fries

I do like

Burger and fries

Put some on the grill

Burger and fries

Guaranteed to thrill

Burger and fries

Such a treat

Burger and fries

Can't be beat

Burger and fries

Loved by many

Burger and fries

Cook up plenty

Burger and fries

Love burnt red meat

Burger and fries

Come on now lets eat

Little puter

I must clean my screen

It's looking a little green

Keyboard sure is dusty

So dirty it makes my fingers rusty

Speakers sound scratchy

When listening to Molly Hatchet

My poor little puter

Only thing can do is shoot'er

I surf the net

It sure is fun

This I bet

Seen it all and all I done

From A to Z

What else can there be

Only look at the stuff that's free

Some nights keeps me up to three

Have you ever

Have you ever been used

Have you ever been abused

Have you ever been amused

Have you ever been confused

Have you ever been happy

Have you ever been sad

Have you ever been glad

Have you ever been mad

Have you ever cried

Have you ever lied

Have you ever tried

Have you ever died

Don't try this

Fun things to do when you're an only child.Don't try this at home kiddos but it was fun for me.Raised with no siblings I got bored alot when I was a kid.Never was anything done that was mean but the word would be mischievous or curious.A favorite thing was to mix all the things in the bathroom medicine cabinet to gather in the sink.Sometimes you get a good smoke and that question from your Mom what are you doing in there.Another fun thing is taking your Mom's hairspray and a lighter and making a blow torch.One word for that.Cool.Take a thermometer put it in the fridge and sooner or later they will freeze and bust.The dangers of mercury poisoning I knew nothing about then.I put to gather and collected plastic model cars.Every so often after a big collection was on hand I had well putting it lightly wrecks.Lighter fluid makes big fiery crashes and when the plastic is hot you can mould all sorts of dings into your models.

There are more things I could mention but I'm afraid some impressionable kid might try it and you know that wouldn't be pretty.

So being an only child is not all that bad.Gives you a chance to use your imagination.

Blue moon

I have a saying.Wait till the next blue moon.Well it's here that blue moon so all them things promised guess today is the day to get busy and do it.By the way blue moon for those who don't know simply means two full moons in one month.It happens but not very often.So with that said I will say see ya or wait till the next blue moon.

Chicken pot pie

Chicken pot pie night

How I hate the sight

Never mind the taste

I think it's a waste

Change coming soon

Hurricane in the Gulf Of Mexico heading for New Orleans.Seven years to the day since Katrina devastated N.O.Here in west Georgia just a steady rain coming down.I've only been through one hurricane and that was Opal in 1995.It was something to see.Trees and power poles bent over like a big strong giant's hand had just push them over.It was more of a pest than any thing.No power for a week.Instant coffee for that time.One word will describe it and I wont say it here.

So just looking out the window at the steady rain coming down and I like it.The view of busy Highway 29 and the trees is very relaxing to me.The trees have that look to them.Washed out green color and yesterday I seen a lone yellow leaf floating to Earth.A sure sign of a change coming soon.

Days of cooler weather and nice open the window at night time.Sounds of crickets on a fall night will relax you into a deep sleep.Smell of burning leaves and wood smoke from a fireplace are a favorite of mine.Thoughts of homemade chili and vegetable soup with cornbread a part of the cooler weather.Crisp cool mornings that make you feel alive.

Yes fall is on the way.Never have I met anyone who disliked the season.

5 by 4 by 3

Nothing to write

Can't shed light

Things are tight

I'ts a fright

Nothing to say

On this Monday

Here I stay

Want no fray

What to do

Won't hurt you

I am true

At times blue

Love I miss

It was bliss

Like the kiss

Me you dis

Like a snake

Kill with rake

I can't take

All was fake

Red cup update

Update on red cup.Yesterday as I was eating breakfast I noticed a red plastic cup in the road.Eating with one hand and typing with the other my feelings on the cup where wrote.

All through the day I noticed that red cup.It finally made it to the sidewalk out of the road in plain view of me still.

This morning the end of the red cup came.I noticed someone wearing an orange vest picking up trash on the side of the road.Someone doing community service for some crime they had committed.

Now the red cup is gone.Gone to where ever the red cups of this world end up.Once new,shiny,useful and needed it is in away like what all of us will end up some day.

Discarded and thrown away like that red cup.

Works for me

Oh boy.Headache time today.I've had this cold or something for a week now.Always heard a cold settles in the weakest part of your body.Mine always in up in my head.That means something what I don't know.

Anyway the cure is on the way.A fresh hot cup of coffee.That always helps me.I read that why it does is that caffeine opens up the blood vessels in your brain and the blood flow is better.So if that is true or not I have no proof but it works for me.

Dream

I knew it was a dream as I was dreaming it.Least I think so anyway.I was at this old house,run down and really ugly to me.People I know where living there with me some I could see their faces others I could not but they where there.Some where living and one I know,my cousin who died a few years ago was there.She was on top of the house doing some roofing work with another lady not recognized.I could hear people talking but a tall hill had to be climbed to reach them and every time I tried down falling I would come.

I wanted to tell them about the most beautiful sight I was seeing.Looking out from the yard at the old run down house I could see this.The waters edge came right up to the edge of the yard.It was a perfect view I was looking at.It was an extremely large harbor with ferry boats and smaller ones headed in the same direction.Away from the house and towards a big city.I could see tall skyscrapers and lots of buildings.I knew the name of that city.It was New York City.

What this all means I don't know.I just had this feeling to write about my dream of last night.

Human way

Whats old now new

Guess ideas are few

The tried and true

Are things we do

Afraid to break away

Scared to take a chance

Save the hard things for another day

That is the human way

Don't be a hog

Butter scotch hard candy.At one time it was one of my favorites.I remember laying in the alley behind the house one cool fall evening eating butter scotch candy from a bag.Like every thing I did as a kid it was over done.My fault no else to blame.About 8 years old and not to smart I ate the whole bag.It was a Thursday evening and I remember thinking it was the the night one of my favorite TV shows came on.Whirlybirds.I barely made it back to the house.Talk about sick I was.I had OD'ED on butter scotch hard candy.Till this day if I see,smell or even think of that candy I feel queasy.Just writing this makes me well sick.The moral of this story is don't be a hog and share your butter scotch hard candy.

Red cup

Red cup in the road

Car comes by it's blown

From a car it was thrown

Red cup now gone

Stormy mood

I have this need to write today.But the subject escapes me at the moment.Can't focus on one thing all these thoughts are going through my brain.I'm going a hundred miles per hour and spinning my wheels.

I'm just taking in everything around me.Hummingbirds outside my window have took up a lot of my attention today.Two of them flirting around the feeder doing what who knows .Are they fighting,flirting or just playing.Reminds me of a pair on a seesaw back and forth.

My mood today I would call stormy. A good day for a rain.That would be fun just laying back watching it come down.Might get that chance next week because some tropical storms are down south and headed this way.No floods or hurricanes please thank you.

Oh well maybe later something interesting will come to me.Till then this will have to do.

Daddy just stopped by

Daddy just stopped by.Guess he was checking up on me.He didn't stay long but it sure was nice him visiting me for awhile.

Daddy has been dead for 20 years now.Before you start thinking I've gone completely wacky let me explain.

Daddy always used Lucky Tiger hair oil that he bought from the barber shop.Every so often I get this strong smell of that tonic.When I smell it I always feel like he is checking up on me.Sorta like being my guardian angel.It is a nice feeling.

Stop by anytime Daddy.Love and miss you.

Caught in a phase shift

The natives are restless today.Short tempered and fussy.I woke at 5am and noticed it real quick like.I think the butter has slid off a lot of folks biscuits.Could be a full moon is on the way.Maybe people are caught in a phase shift and their good side is being blocked.What ever the reason I'm laying low going with the flow today.Help us all we may need it.

The red badge of courage

Red badge of courage.I think we all have suffered from it at some point in our life.For those who are not familiar with it this explains it.There was a movie and most likely a book about a solider who was in the Civil War.During the heat of battle he deserted his post and was running away.On his flight from the fighting he struck his head on a low hanging tree branch.Knocked unconscious and bleeding from his accidental head wound he was found by his comrades.

His fellow soldiers thought he had been shot while fighting the battle.They where treating him as a hero.The solider did not confess his real reason for being wounded.He was told how brave and fearless he had been while other soldiers confessed of being terrified and had run away from the battle.

Ashamed of his actions the solider went along with the with the praise he was receiving.But all this had a profane affect on him.He found out that he wasn't the only one who had been afraid and deserted the fight.In the next battle he rallied his comrades and led them into battle.Still afraid but now not ashamed of being afraid because he knew everyone else was also.

So the red badge of courage he wore.We all have at some point in our life.Taking credit for things not earned or deserved.Not telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Our little conversations

Hello how are you my friend of friends?Hope every thing is going great for you today.And how is my day you ask?I can't complain,every thing is going good.Great so we all are doing good,having fun and enjoying life.A red letter hokie dorrie day we can call it.And if I may ask how are you feeling?Great that's what I wanted to hear.Me? I'm fine also thank you for asking.You know what?I sure enjoy our little conversations.We must do it again real soon.Bye for now!

What can I say about you

What can I say about you

About all the wonderful things you do

Things that are nice

You don't mind doing twice

What can I say about you

Things that are good and true

How you go far far out of your way

So I can have a wonderful pleasant day

What can I say about you

How proud you are

To me you are a star

I have faith that you will go far

On a star lit Georgia night

Sound of a whipper will

On a star lit Georgia night

Always been to me a delight

Croaking of bull frogs around a pond

On a star lit Georgia night

Always a sound that's fond

Wind through the pines

On a star lit Georgia night

Always a sound I think is fine

Fire flies filling the sky

On a star lit Georgia night

Always a beautiful sight

Places

Places I know

Sugar Hill

The S curve

Skeeter Flats

Places like this

Bacon Level

Population fifty

Places that are nifty

Eagle,Alabama

Yes it's a place

Standing Rock

No bigger than a city block

These places are real

There are many more

Naming them all

Would be a chore

Exposing my heart

Where should I start

How much should I say

Without exposing my heart

I have things to say

Should I keep them to myself

These feelings I deal with every day

I think a lot

Early in the morn till late at night

It does nothing but trouble it got

Leave things alone

Don't rock the boat

Keep the burden inside it I can tote

Even if alone

Fall is coming soon

I feel it in my bones

Times like that

Wish I was home

Where I felt safe and secure

Where the memories are so dear

Wish I was home

Even if alone

Cooking and cleaning

I don't mind

It was a good way

To past away time

Yes to be back home

Life was good

Felt like it should

Even if alone

Stroke of good luck

A stroke of good luck

Has come my way

Twenty dollars twenty bucks

I did find today

How should I spend it

What should I do

If you where here

I would spend it on you

We could eat some tacos

Maybe a pizza to share

That sounds good

Oh yeah we should

Yes that I would do

I would gladly share with you

Yep twenty bucks found

Get yourself ready lets go to town

Guess I'm getting old

Snap crackle pop

Think I'm getting old

Least that's what

I've been told

Hair getting gray

My beard to

Yes I'm getting old

What can I do

My memory is fading

This is true

Guess what now

I can't remember you

Guess this happens to us all

Now I'm just old

If I may say so

If I may be so bold

Call me lazy

You can call me crazy

But I must be getting old

Because things are a little hazy

Life as it should be

If life was like it should be

I would like living in a tree

In a tree house way up high

The roof almost touching the sky

If life was the way I wanted

All children would be happy

Never to be hurt or taunted

Every child would know their Daddy

If I had my way and had a say

Everyone would be free from hunger

Enough for all every day

That should be the American way

If life was fair

Everyone would really care

Free from fear and pain

There would be no injustice to bare

I feel crappy

I feel crappy

I need a nappy

Woke up at three

Sick as could be

Head was hurting

Sore throat to

Took a Tylenol

What else could I do

I feel better

Just light headed

Think I will make it

If not I'll just fake it

Heaven or Hell

Heaven or Hell

Choice up to you

What you believe

What you do

I don't know

But I've been told

Hell is hot

There your soul will rot

God is all

Jesus is his Son

Where we go

Depends on what we done

If you know you know

Where you will go

Jesus is the light

He will save your life

All things southern

Things all southern

I know alot

Them old things

We never forgot

Things like grits

With buttered biscuits

Taters piled high

Gotta be fried

Co Colas and peanuts

Moonpies they fine

First class cuisine

We do dine

Dale Earnhardt

Junior too

Richard Petty

Love that blue

Red Georgia clay

In we play

Watermelon we eat

On summer day

Yes I'm southern

Born and bred

Here be buried

When I'm dead

Life

Short is life

Full of strife

We are here

Full of fear

Some days good

Lot are bad

Do best can

With what have

Take in stride

Our time abide

One at time

On my mind

Enjoy each minute

Time will come

When there none

Life then done

My Dear Jane

You are crazy

Wacky can be

Nutty you are

Batty yes sir'ree

This is plain

My Dear Jane

You never change

Bad Like Cain

Caused some pain

Way you act

Stabbed me back

My Dear Jane

Take the train

Use the tracks

Don't come back

My Dear Jane

Don't you cry

Stop your lie

I nearly die

My Dear Jane

Grand Pa

Grand Pa Haynes

I miss you

Bootlegger and moonshiner

Did your best

Kept family fed

Better than rest

Grand Pa Haynes

Find no fault

Lesson you taught

Grand Pa Smith

I never met

You Baptist preacher

Son was teacher

Grand Pa Smith

You died young

Grand Ma fret

At your death

Grand Pa Smith

Hope to meet

Walking barefooted

Walking barefooted

This I like

Walking on thick grass

Such a blast

Careful though

Don't stump your toe

Watch those splinters

They you can get

Shoes in house

They not needed

Never made sense

Wasted money spent

Walking barefooted

Way to go

Them ole shoes

You can throw

Salad day

What to do

What to say

Where to go

Where to stay

Today is Friday

My salad day

Big and tall

Eat it all

Stacked fully loaded

Salads be fine

Eaten all time

Fine way dine

Great with tater

Good with pizza

Salads they are

Dressing from jar

Only thing wrong

Don't last long

My excuse

Well. Today what I wrote probably didn't make much sense.Excuse me but writing was a little bit hard today.This is the story why.I like tomatoes.Home grown tomatoes to be specific.Little small tomatoes just right for snacking on and snack I have been doing.I think maybe I over done this snacking on tomatoes.I have an allergy of some sort and maybe tomatoes are the cause.My face is red and blotchy and it stings.For the first time in my life I took an allergy pill.Well guess what?They make you sleepy and dozy and that I was and still am for that matter.So if what I wrote today sounded a bit off the wall that is why.That is my excuse and I'm sticking by it.

Crow Hop

Bush Head shoals

Crow Hop to

Places never got

You're to young

I was told

It's to rough

Places on river

There you fish

Now I'm old

I no wish

Them places fish

Them dirt roads

Them dirt roads

Dusty and muddy

Smell of clay

On summer day

That red dirt

Will ruin shirt

Bluejeans it stains

Cleaning a pain

Them dusty roads

Almost gone now

They from past

Hope some last

Broken heart pain

Close my heart

Open never again

Long time heal

Broken heart pain

Nothing to lose

Nothing to gain

Broken heart pain

Best being alone

When love gone

Men do cry

Some even die

It no shame

Broken heart pain

Not about you

Don't be vain

It be about

Broken heart pain

Down to ocean

Down to ocean

Where I belong

Crashing of waves

Sand under feet

Grass hut live

On the beach

Life I need

Life I want

Setting sun see

Beautiful to me

In another time

Maybe this mine

Happy and carefree

Life for me

Down to ocean

Down to sea

Took a pill

Took a pill

For my knee

Now it feels

Like should be

I did sleep

Only little bit

Last night I

Didn't sleep none

That no fun

Feels pretty good

Still can't run

But that ok

That pill did

Save the day

Wait and see

The trees have that look.Changing now it seems.They are not that deep dark green.Their color is washed out green.Could it be because of the extreme hot weather this summer or is fall going to come early?Sunday reminded me of an early fall day.It was so nice.I have heard that one extreme follows another so if that is true guess this winter will be a cold one.

We will just have to wait and see.