save always the patches that bring you smiles...with threads spun from hard lessons learned, sew them together, to cherish at times when the winter drives tears to the forefront, and you need the comforts remembered to get thru the nite, remeber the sun will rise again, and with it warmth that comes from knowing that you are loved.

out in the uintah basin, south of vernal, around the turn of the 19th & 20th centuries, there was a narrow gauge rail line into there from colo, several little mining towns popped up over nite, and boomed for about 20-30 years, its a hoot to go out there & hunt around for these old sites, scanvenge for "treasures"...brew a pot of coffee on a sage brush fire, and create some fond memeories.

I can't believe that women as beautiful as you all have a hard time finding entertainment, even here...tho I do admit it can take a little creative thinking at times...sometimes...all the time...

and linger it should...
for love is harder than wood...

and cold as stone, is the heart that can't feel...

tho feelings can hurt you...
when a loved one deserts you...

it's love again, helps the broken heart to heal.

cool, a delightful dream for one and all

good for you...happy trails await those who don't ride mules...

what a wonderful outlook...may your journey be filled with happiness and new beginnings, that bring you the joy you deserve...

every year, about this time, when the weather starts a changin'...
and the leaves on the trees, begin their colors re-arrangin'.

the breezes turn chilly, and sweaters are the rule...
tight ones on the girly girls, can make a feller drool.

there's something in the air it seems...a bit like Irish whiskey...
when Autumn comes, I catch it...and darned if I ain't frisky!

wonderful....thank you...

it's the fall fallin'...what a great time to be alive...and the cool part is that it's contagious!!!

wow...that is lovin' fer sure!!!

for sure its a chaotic heartfelt tear jerkin'hand wringin' re-birth!

wishes...wants...hopes and dreams...
none to match, what's real it seems.

I remember the 1st time...I remember the the last time...
I remember crying...felt part of me dieing, now in this coma, and guess I'm doin' fine.

listening to the world go by...wonder if it's real,
could be dreaming...someone should wake me, must be my turn to deal.

still I slumber...take a number, wait for the phone to ring...
this morning when the sun came up...there were no birds to sing.

if my eyes are open, when you pass, I ask gently, and say please,
close them as you go your way...I've joined the evening breeze.

the breeze I felt, when 1st we met, and then again at parting...
I'm the breeze that you are feeling, new life, now, is starting.

luv it...

wonderrful...oh to know for sure and be...hopeful memories yet to see...

seen a little bird today, something wrong, he could not fly...
I picked him up and petted him, he pecked me in the eye.

sometimes people act like that, when you see they are in need...
a kindness given, is misunderstood, and can break your heart indeed.

but understand, their trusts' been shattered, have patience, keep on giving...
they will come to appreciate, as they learn to go on living.

a kindness here...compassion there, is what it's all about...
that's why we have two eyes to see...in case one gets pecked out!

wow you guys are good...ain't this fun