― Hubert Reeves
Some believe that these paintin's that grace our skies 're ancestors showin' their presence...lookin' down 'pon the earth 'n saddened by Her destruction.
Luckily, I held onto 'em all fer a day'r 3. Mulled 'em o'er in my wee lil head, chewin' the thought'f publishin' such shadowy thoughts. Nah, jest couldn't do it. Momma always said, "If ya aint got nothin' nice to say, jest don't say nothin'!" Wise words, but not real effective when ya got a blog to dribble, eh? 'course, I still aint figured why anybody'd wanna spend their time readin' my dribbles.
Seems part'f me's kinda wedged into that blizzard, jest a wallowin'. Cold steel covered'n a layer'f ice, sorta akin to this here fence post. So stifled with heavy air, bitter cold that chilled the bone, I could nary breath.
'ave ya been there? Aint purty 'n sometimes quite the chore to climb 'bove. Ne'er let 'it' win, jest keep diggin' 'til ya find'jer way.
Dig a lil deeper...
The onrush of injustices makes ya wanna lay down ‘n bawl,
Dig a lil deeper.
When you’ve toiled ‘n sweated, given yer all,
But the phone doesn’t ring, there’s nary a call,
Dig a lil deeper.
When the weight’f the world, ya feel lays on yer shoulders,
So heavy, this magnitude’f boulders,
Dig a lil deeper.
When surrounded by hate, jealousy ‘n disorder,
Head ‘n heart spinnin’ seekin’ answers,
Dig a lil deeper.
Find peace within oneself, yer best is yet to be,
Dig a lil deeper, it’s there yer surely to see.
A wee bit'f humor, 'f the horsey kind
He'll holler a bark'r more 'n I can tell if'n its somethin' I need to check into. Sometimes when i aint able to make the trek, I'll jest ask'im if'n it's got 2 legs'r 4. Don't laugh coz that red pup can tell me the diff'rence. We're purty in sync 'fter all these years.
He gave such' alert not long 'go.That bark that says 'tis horse related. Since our 'neighbors' moved out, such only meant one thingy - 'twas one'f mine who'd gone walk about. Aka: t'weren't where they was 'pposed to be. I asked my canine bud if'n i needed a gun 'n he woofed a no.
Grabbin' my boots, hat, gloves 'n the halter 'n lead rope that hangs by the back door, off I went to gimme a better picture'f what was goin' on. Silly me, should'a brought the camera 'long coz I missed some great shots. I'd not e'en made it to the first gate 'n could hear quite a ruckus goin'. Couldn't see past the barn, but those shrill screams 'n thunderin' hooves painted quite the picture.
One thingy ya learn 'bout big critters is ya don't run. A gal's gotta remain calm 'n collected'r else spook 'em all into thinkin' the sky's fallin' 'n lions/'r tigers're comin' down with it. So, I opened the next gate 'n rounded the bend. I'd already noticed that Mr. Whiskey t'weren't in the short pasture where he'd been. Seen the broken fence 'n wondered jest what troubles he was in.
Big troubles! He'd jumped 2'f the mares corral 'n was runnin' 'round like demons was chasin' 'im. Not far fetched actually, coz Ms. Sweet Girl was'n hot pursuit. Ms. Skyler was jest watchin' it all 'n tryin' her best to stay outta their way. Clouds'f dust 'n chunks'f land were flyin' through the air 'til I whistled 'n those two yahoos nearly fell down tryin' to stop.
Mr. Whiskey slowed 'nough to spin 'round, nearly runnin' o'er both mares - straight to where i was standin' jest outside the now broken fence. Readin' his mind 'n the look'n his eyes, he seemed to say, "Thank goodness ya showed up coz these mares're crazy!" I noticed a few bite marks'n his butt 'n a few hoof prints'n his chest 's sweat poured off his tired body.
Yepperz, I rescued that poor fella 'n he's been the most mellow mustang one'd e'er meet. E'en made friends with the hubs 'fter all these years. Reckon they've been talkin' 'bout us crazy women?
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