Muse on the loseA Poem by Kuntryjust something that poped into my head.
STORMS Storms are a coming The rain falls softly Sunshine is eminent
I just figured it was about time that Ole kuntry got back to doing the things he enjoys most... One of these things is confusing the hell out of you guys with my meaningless babble. It's hard to explain it here in a few brief words but all I can say is sometimes these Poems just pop out of this Old Rednecks head and I just don't have a clue as to what they mean. I was sitting on my porch the other day waiting on Gustav to show his ugly face. The wind was changing direction over and over, this causing the trees to take form as if they were actually Dancing...."Hush... I know what ya thinking.... NO kuntry was NOT on drugs.".. The trees were swirling round and round..... Dancing from side to side.... The scent of the Magnolias filled the air..... I can say in all honesty that this was one of the most perfect moments in time that I have ever experienced in my 48 years on this earth. If my life would have ended right then and there I would have had no complaints what so ever.... Then a big Ole Bolt of lightning hit a tree right out in my yard.... I ran like a girl strait back in to the house........Wonder if God was trying to tell me something? Y'all wear them smiles.........kuntry © 2008 Kuntry |
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Added on September 4, 2008 AuthorKuntryWesson, MSAboutSometimes I write because I am compelled by something so hard to explain, it becomes a challenge to bring it to light. Everybody knows you never challenge a Southern born man. Things we hold dear a.. more..Writing
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