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Gosh, the chill is in the air. The sun is up and its rays are lighting up different areas around my house. My desk is in my back of the house sunroom and I love working out here where I have windows all around me (three sides)There's a pond straight ahead, a pasture for the horses to my left, and a courtyard filled with flowers and a few trees to my right. Unfortunately this time of year only a rose bush still has flowers bloomed. the redbud tree has gone into its winter nap but the evergreens still stand sentry at the corners of my garage. The wooden borders along the stone walk need replacing but I think the half-rotted look gives it charm.Out front of me in the yard before the pond is two lone trees with a bird feeding dish in one and a small bench between them. Ever so often a fish jumps or during certain times of the year, a gator will lazily drift around looking for food. I love it when the ducks fly in. They are fun to watch. Diving and fluttering their wings. Barely to the left is another bird feeder the red birds enjoy but lately, I've had a flock of sparrows come in. The horses ramble about the pasture and the colt runs and plays. I love my place and all my critters.
Woops, time to go! Horses need feeding and letting out. Be sure to go vote!
Tags: Mornings
I love to write, especially about love. I don't search for it, but so many do. I wrote this for my love a while back... so... Sweet woman, this is for you .
Sweet woman lost in sadness, if I could see you smile, touch your soft, soft hand,
You would know I could love you, hold you, and be your friend, I'm that kind of man.
If I could feel your softness ever so close, kiss your lips so deliciously sweet,
I know I would melt, excitement within my soul, loving the first day we did meet.
You are my dream angel, my hearts every beat, you are a constant thought of my mind,
Let me come inside the shell, I promise to hold you close, would you ever be so kind?
A woman of loneliness, people all about, You feel the tears, your heart still aches,
open, open your dreams of joy and fly with me, your soul smiles, and yes, love awakes.
Tags: Love
It's a beautiful morning here in the south and it's nippy out. Not cold, cool. I usually go out every morning in my shorts and tee-shirt to feed the birds, sit on an outside bench, and down a cup of coffee in slow meaningful sips while I enjoy the sounds of nature and the beauty of a new day. Not today, everything is still wet from the weekend rain and the slight chill is enough to cause me to put a little more on. Wet outside furniture is a deterrent as well. So... I peer out my window at the fluttering sparrows and watch a masked coon run across the pond levee. Those white cranes are fishing early this morning and I have a pair of black duck visiting. I really enjoy my mornings.
Tags: Mornings
I awoke with the morning air chilling my body as the beginnings of winter creped into the dimly lit bedroom. The covers hanging off the side onto the floor, exposing me to the coolness that played poking about. With thoughts of you, I reached for the tangled cloth, pulling it up and over, I curled, gripping tightly the fabric and smiled. To hold you against me tightly would warm us both and I could whisper the things that dwell in my heart into your ear. I could place a soft, loving kiss upon your lips, your neck, and about. I would stroke your hair and gaze into your beautiful enchanting eyes. I would examine the shape of your face, the curves of your body, and I would be joyously pleased that I was blessed to have you in my arms as we gathered a few more minutes of us together.
Alas, but a daydream, a morning fantasy....sadness arrived at this heart once again as I still deep down held onto a glimmer of hope that one day, one day the understanding universe of what will be, would have a heart for us.
With thoughts fleeting when reality sets in, I rose from my place of rest and went forth into the day.
Thoughts of you, my heartstrings all but stretched to the limit, confusion within the brain as sparks interacted trying to separate fact from fiction.
Where do I stand... where do I go... what must be. Blood begins to pump strongly through my veins, a throbbing sensation pushing through the vessels to the stretching point... Pain surfaces as I grip my head into my hands and suddenly…
A release of emotion as tears gently make their way down the roughness of my face.
Stop this, stop this now, It's but another day to get through... Have faith, reach out and touch each other through dreams of night.
Give it all I have and I will… always do the same... Love is near... around a hidden corner... Peace ... a fulfillment of Promises... Hold and be Still.
Alas, Yes...but a dream.... you were here..yes you were.... your scent, your presence has not disappeared. You blend yourself within my soul as one... I smile.... it may be only a dream, a sad but glad dream.... for without you, I am but a shadow of life...
Return again to the evening hours and we will love once again.
Tags: Love
Texas Jane told a beautiful story of her Grandmother’s sister and it reminded me of a story about my Grandfather. Not wanting to take away from her story, I’d like to share mine. World War One, "an awful war". My grandfather, a private, Medical Detachment, 4th Infantry, 3d Division. For extraordinary heroism in action near Cunel, France, October 5, 1918. Having been wounded and ordered to the rear, nevertheless continued to administer first-aid treatment to other wounded men under constant shell fire, until he was wounded a second time, when he was evacuated, despite his protests. Residence at enlistment: Fayetteville, N. С. (Source: Congressional Medal of Honor, The distinguished Service Cross and the Distinguished Service Medal Issued by the War Department Since April 6, 1917 up to and including General Orders, No. 126, War Department, November 11, 1919. Compiled in the Office of the Adjutant General of the Army. 1919. Page 532)
My Grandfather only acquired the rank of private in the Army during World War One. He served in the Medical Detachment of the Fourth Infantry, and he wrote an interesting letter to his sister when he was recovering from his battle wounds. Below are his words as transcribed by me of the letter he wrote. Dearest Sister, Have been having some very lively times this month. Had many narrow escapes as shell and shrapnel burst around me and often I was showered with earth and fragments as they returned from high in the air whence they had been thrown by the high explosives.
One morning about daylight we started “Over the Top”, and with the aid of tanks, we were soon well into the midst of the Huns first lines, which lay just beyond the summit of a small hill. Just as we started over we were met by a heavy barrage from the enemy’s artillery, and take it from me, that was one of the warmest receptions I ever received. Our men pushed steadily forward, facing machine guns which were furiously sprinkling our lines with lead.
After we had routed the Hun, we drove him from one position to another, until he was forced to find cover in the distant wood, and we had gained the ground which he was forced to abandon. My bit, of course, was to care for the wounded, which fell on the battlefield. I did not have much time to think about myself or the danger I was in. There was too much to do to think about other things. There were wounded men on every side, lying here and there patiently waiting their turn for first aid. I ran from one to another dressing their wounds and sending them back to the medical aid station, the ambulances could take them back to some evacuation hospital, which was done in fine order.
Fortunately, I passed the day without a scratch, although I had many close calls. Once while dressing a wounded soldier, a shell burst at a short distance, and about that time I felt a little sting as a very small piece struck me on the leg. It didn’t even cut the clothing and only stung for a few seconds. Another piece of shell cut through three pieces of clothing but did not scratch my person. Machine gun bullets clipped the bushes and plowed the ground about me, and you may bet I usually hugged the ground pretty close or kept very low when those savage guns poured forth their lead on every side. Oft times, one had not the opportunity to keep low, as urgent calls made it necessary to move forward.
On October 14th, I received a slight injury when a piece of shell penetrated my right shoe and slightly cut my ankle, and another hit my leg, but it did not penetrate my clothing. Finally, my turn arrived to share the pain, (caused by this awful war) along with my comrades. ‘Twas about 6 o’clock on the morning of October 16th, we were preparing to “chow” when a shell burst near, and hearing the call for first aid, I rushed to the trench where a wounded man had entered. Just as I reached the entrance, another shell burst about six feet from me, and the result was a portion of it entered my left upper and forearm, and left leg below the knee, going through same. Thus I was rendered unable to apply first aid to my comrade. A number of others was wounded at the same time, some of the boys got busy dressing our wounds, and in a few minutes, we were ready to go to the medical aid station. My comrades who were wounded in the upper extremities at once hurried away, and scrambling to my feet, with the assistance of another, I climbed from the trench where I had been lying and started forward, but found I did not have the strength to walk, so two of the boys carried me on a litter to a nearby aid station, where I was placed in an ambulance and hurried away to an evacuation hospital.
Was operated on both arm and leg to remove the pieces of shell, which did not go all the way through. Woke up after the operation feeling fine. At the earliest convenience, I was placed on a Red Cross train and removed to a base hospital, where I am now receiving the very best of medical aid. Am getting along nicely.
Once my grandfather was released from the Army, he and his young bride moved to Atlanta in search of work which was hard to come by during those hard times. They struggled as did many and years later a newspaper article appeared.
WAR HERO DOWN AND OUT. Was Hero Six Years Ago and is Now Peddling Bananas. Atlanta, Ga., Dec. 9. 1925— Sightly more than six years ago, Private (my grandfather), United States Army shell-shocked and all but dead, was telling with pride the officer of Fort McPherson about the distinguished service cross which he wore. Yesterday, found by a reported by the Atlanta Constitution to be peddling bananas on the streets of Atlanta in order to ram support for his wife, little daughter and baby son, the latter born Monday, his income was found not to exceed $15 a week. The case was called to the attention of the American Legion officials here who are putting machinery in motion to make things “break better” for him’ from now on. “In addition to his $15 a week, he made peddling bananas, (my grandfather) receives $20 a month compensation from the veterans bureau, he said. He told legion officials he had been unable to obtain employment because of his physical condition. The certificate accompanying his medal shown that it was awarded for "extraordinary heroism” October 15, 1018, while serving as a private in the medal corps of the Fourth Infantry, A. E. F. A subsequent citation told of his “having been wounded and ordered to the rear but he continued to administer to the other wounded under constant shell fire until he was wounded a second time, when he was evacuated despite his protest. Fillyaw is a native of Fayetteville, N. C., and married (my grandmother), in April, 1918 shortly before he went over.
My grandfather was born in 1889, and died in 1972 living a total of 83 years. He was not only a war hero, he was my hero long before I learned any of this. I remember growing up and he sat next to me at his kitchen table. He use to joke and tell me after school that school wasn’t out until I had my final lesson of the day and it was to take place right there at his table. He would teach me the scriptures and we would pray together. At the time I didn’t realize the importance of what he was doing but years later the light bulb came on. Thank you, Granddaddy!
Tags: Hero Letter Army Medic Preacher
This is a bit humorous... and it is a true story... I was in the check ot line at the grocery store and of course I had on blue jeans, a blue jean shirt, my cowboy boots and my cowboy hat... I met a sweet young chld there and it made my day... when I got home, I wrote this... I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed being in the moment!
Today at the store while in the checkout line.... A cute, little, excited black girl in the buggy ahead of me, "I’m seven years old! Are you a cowboy?" Me, "Yes Ma'am, I am!" Lil Girl, "Do you have a horse?" Me, "Yes Ma'am, sure do!" Lil Girl, "Can I ride it?" Me, " Don't think that would be a good idea sweetie, with you being so little!" Lil Girl, "Oh." Pause.... Lil Girl, " When I grow up I'm gonna get me a horse." Me, " Yes Ma'am, that would be nice, I hope you do." Lil Girl, "Why do you call me Ma'am? I'm just a kid!" Me, "Good manners I reckon sweetie!" Lil Girl, "I have to go now, Goodbye Mister Cowboy, I love you!" Me, "Thank you sweetie, Bye!" Me... BIG SMILE!
Usually when I write, it's a story or in story form, it is up beat and full of fun... a laugh even escapes while reading... but today I'm shaing something a little different, something that I feel in many other people, when I read their blogs or their statements they make on social media sites... Unfortunately there are times like this in many peoples lives... sad but true... I just want to reach out and give them a hug...
Time Just Time
A time of loneliness Even though there are people all about Makes things very depressing It seems you have all this love and pure raw emotion All bottled up inside with no immediate release in sight Your body aches with the desire to reach out And touch someone, Anyone But that will not work Your mind controls your actions and you sink further into the darkness of despair When will it end When will love fill your being again Taking love away from you is like taking the legs from under a greyhound or the wings off a dove You exist only to breathe Nothing drives you Love is a fuel, A must have And it is not the kind of love that is general That love flows and flows as the water over a waterfall It is a more intense love, a love between two soul blending people A love that grips your being and melts your heart When you look into the eyes of that special someone A love that makes your heart skip and jump as a child playing Every time your hands reach out to touch the face The body of that special someone It is a love that explodes feverishly Just at the thought of your lips tasting the joy of theirs And it's a love that radiates the warmth of life When your mind tells you they are near You want to feel this love You know it's there Search for it, Find it It is only a matter of time But how much time Time, Just time
Something I wrote recently... Just because ... Enjoy
Morning Joy The morning sun has started its climb, just barely peeking over the distant horizon. I stand on my deck just outside my bedroom sliding glass doors feeling the morning breeze. Curtains have been spread wide, the edges flutter gently as the air blows past. Holding my coffee within my hands enjoying the warmth with each sip I take. The view of ducks at waters edge swimming, six hens running in search of morning bugs, Horses grazing, traveling pasture green, birds singing their morning joy in trees standing near. A smile forms from the pleasure of what I have, God’s creation in my hands for care. An old man at rest, retired but not, chores to do, a farm with ranch duties that call out soon First to get dressed in clothes laid out and breakfast to eat, be it fried eggs or cereal today. Then out the door to only find, that plans don’t stay, something breaks, goes wrong we see, A chuckle, a laugh, a shake of the head, flat tire on the trailer, and wagon too. Things put back in order and now the sun is wide awake, beaming heat, sweat it makes. Hours stretch, chores get done, before noon break, a trip inside to AC waits, Chickens in the garden , dog barking, chasing ducks for the fun. Must put a stop to critters gone wild, acting their part against the man made rules, I scold and wave to send them scurrying and one chicken bucks up to stand its ground. I pick some berries, a tomato too, peppers still green, peas just starting, in pods hanging. Roses on bushes look real good, fish are jumping in ponds mirrored glare, frog bellows, calling out. Dew has gone, hummingbirds drinking, servers hung with care., red nectar their aim to acquire
I have it all, a home that’s loved, peace and joy, a life enjoyed, thanking God for blessings given.
A little story I wrote for fun... enjoy!
From Afar
I hurried as I got ready; this was an exciting evening for me. I had been watching you from afar and admiring your beauty for as long as I had known you.
The way you walked, the way you held yourself, the way you talked, just seemed to melt my soul, and I wanted you.
I didn’t ever think it would be possible for us, you and me, to ever become the friends we are.
You belonged to another and I knew how you felt, I realized you were off limits, but yet I dreamed and fantasized what if.
Today, you told me that you and he were history, even though I felt an excitement in my being, I held you in my arms and told you I was sorry for your loss.
I felt your softness against me and desired your love, is it so wrong?
I stroked your hair and invited you to have dinner with me. To my surprise you said yes and I soared into heaven at that moment, feeling a bit ashamed that I might be taking advantage of you in a weak moment.
Yet this was my opportunity to let you into my life and for me to become a real part of yours.
It’s getting close to the time for me to come to you, to pick you up, and take you out. I can only imagine at this point what the evening shall bring and only hope for the best.
You are so beautiful, sweet, and kind, how could anyone not love you or not desire you? I know I do!
My heart is racing as the moments draw even closer; my hands feel moist grasping the steering wheel. Gawd, I hate that.
Thoughts run wild in my brain and the fear begins to overtake me. I should be thinking good thoughts because it’s what I have wanted and now, now it’s my chance to impress you, to have you fall for me, as I have for you! This is so stressful, please don’t hate me.
I can hear my heart in my ears as I walk to your door, the flower that I hold in my hand weighs a ton.
Is it the wrong thing to do, giving you a flower on our first and possibly last date? I’m so nervous; I hope I don’t screw up.
I have never wanted something, someone as much as I want you, at this moment!
Reaching out, I ring the doorbell and wait. It seemed like forever before the door opened.
I smiled and without a word, I held a long stem red rose out to you. You took the rose, you took my hand, you leaned to me, and kissed my lips.
When you pulled back there were tears in your eyes, I asked if you were ready to go and you asked if we could stay there instead.
Then hand in hand you led me inside where we found your couch, sat and talked for hours. We soon were discovering our dreams and hopes for each other were alike, that you too had watched me, and wished for my love from afar.
We kissed!
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