Category: Country

The Great Vacation Raincheck

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I packed my bags with dreams so bright,
A sunny trip, a pure delight,
Sunhat, shades, and flip-flops too—
Ready for the sky so blue.

The morning dawned with promise clear,
My travel plans, the perfect gear,
Then suddenly, the skies turned grey—
“Uh-oh,” I thought, “It’s showtime, rain!”

The beach? More like a muddy slip,
Sandcastle plans? They took a trip,
My umbrella flipped and flopped,
My hair, a soggy mop, nonstop.

The boat? Sailed away in a splash,
The picnic? Now just a soggy crash,
All the sightseeing, damp and drab,
My vacation’s wet and kinda drab.

But hey, at least I didn’t drown,
And I found humor in the frown,
Who needs sunshine, shiny and bright,
When laughter’s free and wrongs feel right?

So here’s to rain on vacation days,
To soggy socks and cloudy haze,
Because sometimes, when plans go awry,
The best adventure’s a soggy pie!

May 24, 2025

life
Echoes of Grafton

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Beneath the cottonwoods’ skeletal sigh,
adobe walls cradle the ache of the sky.
A cradle once rocked where the Virgin River runs thin—
now dust claims the hymns where a schoolhouse stood in.

Windows, gap-toothed, howl hymns unsung,
their shattered psalms cling to ropes long unstrung.
Footprints linger in mud turned to stone,
names etched in whispers on a grave’s sun-bleached bone.

The orchards grow wild with the weight of the years,
their roots claw the earth, drinking saltwater tears.
At dusk, shadows stitch through the sagebrush and thorn—
the ghost of a plowman still calling the dawn.

The mesa keeps vigil, its sandstone lips sealed,
holding secrets the floodwaters never revealed.
Moonlight sifts soft through the rafters’ decay—
Grafton’s bones breathe, but the living stay away.

May 24, 2025

history, life
To the Most Wonderful Lady

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In twilight’s glow, where dreams entwine,
Your laughter dances, a sweet divine.
With every glance, the stars align,
Oh, how your beauty makes the night shine.

Your smile, a spark that ignites the day,
A gentle breeze that sweeps my cares away.
With every word, you weave a spell,
In your embrace, I find my heaven, my well.

Your eyes, twin oceans, deep and vast,
Hold secrets of the future and echoes of the past.
In their depths, I see a fire,
A burning warmth, a fierce desire.

Your spirit, wild, like the moonlit sea,
Calls to my heart, sets my soul free.
With every touch, a symphony plays,
In the rhythm of love, we lose our ways.

So here’s my heart, laid bare and true,
For the most wonderful lady, it belongs to you.
With every heartbeat, with every sigh,
In your arms, my love, forever I’ll lie.

April 22, 2025

family
Easter Blessings

: 5

Petals bloom where hope takes wing,
Sunrise laughs, new songs to sing.
May joy cascade in softest light,
Your hearts alight, your burdens slight.

Chocolate hues or pastel skies,
Love’s embrace in tender ties.
Eggs of promise, gently spun—
Blessings rise, like morning sun.

Family, friends, both near and far,
Peace shall guard you, like a star.
This Easter’s grace, a whispered prayer—
Life’s sweet bloom, for all to share.

April 22, 2025

family
The Loss

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In the quiet of the evening, where shadows softly fall,
There’s a space that feels so empty, an echo in the hall.
Ernie, with your wagging tail, your gentle, soothing eyes,
You’ve left a hole within our hearts, a love that never dies.

With paws that danced through morning dew, you chased the golden sun,
Through fields of joy and laughter, each day a new adventure spun.
You’d greet us with your boundless joy, a bark, a playful leap,
Now silence fills the corners where once your spirit leaped.

The leash hangs by the doorway, untouched and neatly coiled,
No more the sound of pattering paws, no more the earth unsoiled.
We gather all your memories, each snuggle, each sweet sigh,
And in the warmth of those we’ve shared, we let our teardrops dry.

For love like yours, so pure and true, can never fade away,
Though time may dim the edges, in our hearts you’ll always stay.
Ernie, sweet companion, you taught us how to love,
And as we look to the starlit sky, we know you’re up above.

So here’s to you, dear friend of mine, in every whispered prayer,
You brought us joy, you brought us peace, a bond beyond compare.
Though the days will feel a little less, your spirit will remain,
In every cherished memory, through laughter and through pain.

April 9, 2025

life
Strength of Love

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In the heart of the countryside, where the wildflowers bloom,
Our love stands strong, like the oak tree in June.
Through the rolling hills and the valleys so deep,
Our bond is unbreakable, a promise we keep.

When the storms of life come, and the winds fiercely blow,
Our love is the anchor, steady and slow.
It’s the warmth of the sun on a cold winter’s day,
The strength that will guide us, come what may.

Through the trials and struggles, we’ll face them as one,
With love as our compass, we’ll never be undone.
Hand in hand, we’ll walk through the fire,
Our love will keep us together, our hearts never tire.

In the quiet of the night, under the starlit sky,
We’ll find solace in each other, you and I.
For no matter the challenge, no matter the cost,
Our love will prevail, it’s the one thing we’ve got.

So here’s to our love, as strong as the land,
It will carry us through, with its gentle hand.
Together we’ll stand, through thick and through thin,
For our love will keep us together, it always wins.

April 7, 2025

life
Beneath the Sky’s Embrace

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Each dawn, His light spills gold on dew,
A whispered grace in skies of blue—
The breath that stirs the dormant seed,
A love that fills each ache and need.

Through storms, His hands still cradle wings,
In shadows, hope’s soft chorus sings.
The bread of peace, the cup poured deep,
He guards the tears His children keep.

No night too vast, no road too long,
His mercy bends to mend the wrong.
The laugh of joy, the strength to rise,
Are treasures woven through our skies.

So bend the knee, lift heart and voice—
In every blade, His name’s rejoice.
For blessings bloom where faith is sown,
And Heaven’s love calls all you’re known.

April 6, 2025

life
In Georgetown

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In Georgetown, where the marshes sigh,
I stroll with my lady, beneath the sky.
The old live oaks, with Spanish moss,
Whisper secrets, as we cross.

Hand in hand, we wander slow,
Through historic streets, where tales bestow.
The harbor glistens, a serene sight,
As we embrace the soft twilight.

Her laughter mingles with the breeze,
As we pause under ancient trees.
The scent of salt, the river’s flow,
All blend in moments we’ll never let go.

In this quaint town, where time stands still,
We find our peace, atop a hill.
With my beautiful lady by my side,
In Georgetown, love and joy collide.

April 4, 2025

country
Incoming Storm

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In the heart of night, the sky ignites,
A symphony of shadows, a dance of lights.
Clouds gather close, in a brooding embrace,
Whispers of thunder, the storm’s fierce grace.

A growl from the heavens, low and profound,
The air thick with tension, a tremor of sound.
Lightning, a serpent, strikes with a flare,
Illuminating darkness, electrifying the air.

The wind howls fiercely, a wild serenade,
Trees bend and sway, in Nature’s parade.
Raindrops descend, like a rhythmic drum,
Pulsing and crashing, a wild, watery thrum.

Each flash a painter, bold strokes of white,
Sketching the chaos, igniting the night.
In the tempest’s embrace, both fear and delight,
Nature’s raw power, a breathtaking sight.

As the storm rages on, the world feels alive,
In the throes of the tempest, we tremble, we thrive.
And when it recedes, with a soft, gentle sigh,
The calm after chaos, beneath a clear sky.

So let the thunder roll, let the lightning strike,
In this wild, fierce ballet, we find what we like.
For in every storm, there’s a beauty untold,
A reminder of wonders, fierce, brave, and bold.

April 1, 2025

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