The Weary Prevail
I tie my shoes with hands that are stiff, and sore, and feel the laces cut into the skin as the knot is placed and the bow is turned...
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I tie my shoes with hands that are stiff, and sore, and feel the laces cut into the skin as the knot is placed and the bow is turned...
One final pull of the last of the evergrowing garden, pulling down on thirteen foot-four inch okra plants, their trunks grown heavy and...
I realize that I have been gone for some time, ahem, out of place, out of sorts, and yes I understand that you have been looking for me,...
It's funny how the feeling goes, those days and nights of things so bland and normal. The grass it grows, or it stops and takes a rest....
There is no true telling of time. A few photographs were made of merely a partial second of their lives, that sometimes show their...
I know son that there is plenty of playing that you want to do today, but I thought it best that we take just a minute and look over the...
The morning has risen. The day is becoming a full day, and those that have flooded this melt of morning are not alone, quietly walking,...
Across a rural road, made of seventy year old dirt that was still loose from being dug and drug up from a field, that had been worked...
We were in the Band at the High School, Bartlesville College High, 48 years ago. We wore black and gold uniforms, we sat on the student...
A person can look at the world and think that it is all as it should be, with wet pouring down, rain a part of the day, the limbs being...
Watching out the front-porch door yesterday morning, for just a moment to avoid the penetrating cold, it left one's heart feeling the mix...
Realizing that some people don't have access to smells is real. I apologize upfront. If you have retained that sense of smell and have...
As much as we can, in our own short lives, we will understand the difference of when it was built, to where it is now, and capture that...
Sunset came. The sky was turning its rusty hue, with crinkles of red and yellow streaking that auburn hair, and peaking against the...
The fireplace began its life in 1963. 60 years ago this winter. Amazing what a little thin gas line, a key that turns it on, and a long...
"Well yes ma'am I do see that winters coming in once again. Yes'm, I know that I've got to have the faucet's covered, the hoses put...
You knew in your heart it was coming. When and why you never knew, figuring out how it would happen, was also something of a mystery,...
The plains left many a man feeling empty. When there was little to no water standing in this land, a river or two, no lakes, the land...
The morning breaks gently hard, as time wields its unearthly hand, it pulls us in and wraps us round all that we can see, and captures...
It was the year for the Christmas Turkey. We had ham/turkey for Thanksgiving, but it wasn't at our house, so leftovers don't make it for...