Fishing (Preferably the Stretch Below Where North River Runs Into Tellico)

the sun creeps over the tree tops.
the cool June morning breeze blows
unheard. for the river rushing drowns
all sound away. except thoughts
feet hit water. cast. golden spoon reflects in the sun.
the cool water is refreshing
reel. nothing. they say patience is a virtue.
cast. reel. nothing. the moss-coverd
rocks serve as a nice foot hold.
this deep dark hole looks promising.
cast. silver spoon now reflects. tug.
reel. nothing. change to corn. cast.
it disappears in the deep.
wait. reel. nothing. perhaps toward
the bank. change to black and yellow
spinner. it always works. cast.
reel. nothing? odd. perhaps
tomorrow...

...You are in Mind

If at a time you're lying down
While makng your bed on a patch of ground.
And the grass is your pillow.
Your shade is the willow
And you watch the sky for something to see.
Would you perhaps remember me?
If you are out at the river bank
While admiring rocks that have already sank
And the sun warms you with its glow
Your heart wants to know
And you wonder if this river goes to the sea
Would you perhaps remember me?
If standing in the autumn wood
While walking as softly as possibly could
And the scent of the pines help you feel
Your heart is warm and you are real
And you ask your self how old is this tree
Would you perhaps remember me?
If huddled in your cabin home
while wishing that you were not alone
And the snow falls soft
Your thoughts are aloft
And you wish things were as they used to be
Would you perhaps remember me?

Ode to a Hill

And to think that i would like to go
to a place i know the wind will blow
on a hill where i am not seen
that is rocky and yet so green
the time is fall
and i can see it all
if some one would go there with me
would it be you who would go with me?
to watch the sun, to watch the stars
all the time would be ours
come on, lets go.

A Case for the Confederation

You know, people wonder why we live hear, all of us. They wonder why we would want to live so far away from town, away from buildings and the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Away from the popular scene where fads change more than the weather. They wonder why we do the things that we do, not the easy way, but the natural way. The way things are supposed to be. I guess the only reason i can figure this is because, well, southern folk are stubborn.
You know, the South is going to rise again. Dixie actually never recovered from the war between the states. But she is rested now. You can feel her in the mountains. You can hear her in the river. She is restless.
So why do we live here? Have you not heard that this is God's country. People still fear Him around here. I do believe that there are more churches than stores around here.
Why do we live here? Go to Buck Bald and you will see. Go to Unicoi Gap and you will see. Go to Bald River and you will see.
Why live away from everyone else? On the contrary, people are closer here than they are anywhere else in the Union. True, they might not live as close to each other than people in New York or Los Angeles. But in heart, and spirit, folks around here are closer than anyone. Here are two words everyone is familiar with "Southern Hospitality". It's not a myth rest assured.
There is no one anywhere else like us. We talk "funny" but in reality, we're more tied to our roots than all others that like with a flat melancholy American accent.
We are a dying breed, and yet, we smile more. I think that folks around here smile more here than anywhere else. And if happiness could be harnessed as a way to create electrical power, that the south would be the world leader in electricity.
Why do we live here? Why do we do the things we do? Well, i guess we're just stubborn.

For My Friends (Old, but still has lots of meaning)

This week has almost took a toll on me. I'm not trying to complain or anything but it has almost disgusted me. Not the disgust that one feels to a murderer or anything like that. I felt disgust toward myself. Confused? Let me explain.
Monday and Tuesday, and heck, we'll throw Wednesday in there too. I devoted my free time to work on our Senior float. I figured it would be run of the mill do this do that, get upset, and go home. But it wasn't like that. Not like that at all.
Let me start off by saying, (I'll get to my point shortly) I don't deserve the friends I have, they mean the world to me. They absolutely brighten my day, I get the feeling of a 3 month old child waking up to see the face of his mother. I cannot help but grin with every muscle in this sorry excuse for a face when i see my friends. Each and every friend are part of a beautiful portrait that make up my life. Without friends, I myself, would be nothing.
Okay, back to the main reason I started writing this. I was so disgusted with myself because I realized I was working on a float with people I rarely spoke to, let alone acknowledged and I felt like garbage for it. Why would anyone want to be around someone who hardly ever utters a word to them? There were all sorts of people there. Preppy kinds that dressed nice. (I am a slob) The quiet kinds who go on about their busines (How I envy their ability to do that, for I am an eaves dropper) Sporty kinds (like I said, S-L-O-B) and well, I can't really describe them, but they like metal and dragon ball z (me? well heck, they make me feel like I am the biggest hick ever, but I love 'em) And I got to thinking, I've never heard of anyone of these people say anything bad about me, and I don't even fit in their groups. (So to a certain someone, you know who you are, that was a reason why I was feeling bad the other day)
All the puzzle pieces fell in place tonight though, at a bon fire, or should I say, a BOND fire, for i got to talking to everyone. Finding out bits and pieces of what makes them think the way they do. I LOVED it.
When I got there, I thought to myself, "this is going to be soooo lame! To my suprise, it wasn't.
So to everyone out there, I will try harder to get to know you before it's too late, I never want to forget you, and I hope I can leave a mark on y'alls lives like you have imprinted mine

My Excuse for Going to Church

The following statements were taken from an excerpt in a message I sent to a friend.
wow, that sounded professional!
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let me put it this way. we eat everyday. it's common sense. if you don't eat, you will starve and die. now, imagine eating once a year. it would be quite rough on you, right? in my opinion eating three times a week is better than eating than once a year. and what is it that we are eating? Spiritual food called the Word of God.
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I'm not trying to sound superior to anyone, I'm just saying I can't make it in this world alone...

Out of Sheer Laziness

So just for now I'm gonna post some old blogs off of my other account.
I hope everyone likes them and I'm gonna be up front. Sometimes my
sentences aren't complete thoughts, sorry, I'm not a grammer teacher, but oh well.

Here we go!