Muse on the lose

Muse on the lose

A Poem by Kuntry
"

just something that poped into my head.

"

 

 

STORMS
Feel the warmth
of the summers gentle breeze.
See it's power
through the Dance of the trees.

Storms are a coming
riding the thunderous sky.
You can see it as well
If you just close your eyes.

The rain falls softly
then picks up it's pace.
Droplets of life
falling gently from grace.

Sunshine is eminent
with Patience abound.
All storms shall pass
If one holds his ground.

 


Howdy Folks,

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 had set in at about 20 or so mph with gust of about 40 at times...
I live in the country surrounded by Beautiful Pine trees and Magnolias.....
I sat there mesmerized.

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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Kuntry
Kuntry

Wesson, MS



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