I greet another day…bringing you love and hope your way
To shine for you in these magical moments
Your eyes wide open…
I rise up for you
I’ve waited to warm your smile
Around, and around for miles
As we go round, and round together
And, we’ll rise every-time no matter the weather
I will provide the light for you for now and forever
Until I go down, but don’t worry he’ll be here soon
By the light of the moon
He’ll light your way, and see you through the night of day.
When the ink hits the paper and I pound out the words
No word is too absurd to understand whats flowing out this hand
Writing down the words when they’re not heard so you’ll feel it and understand
We have so many ways to express a writer’s quest
So, read this and be my guest
Ride with the story you’re reading it comes from a the heart pounding out the words
After all what’s written is true and this isn’t for me, it’s for you
For every word you come across was wrote like a boss
Enough said……
The words here can’t compare to the feelings in the air, here.
There’s no greater love and respect betwixt father and son
Nothing in this life time will ever separate the love they generate
Just being friends is the most important emotion coming through this lens
Time can never recapture what is seen here…. locked in time and never will it disappear
They’re so much a like I saw the strong bond on this night
So, I just had to snap this photo… the moment was just right
Its in the eyes where the soul resides … signed, sealed and delivered
Mark and Robert Fletcher
Photo owned by:
Toria Eisenbarth Alliance, Nebraska
I am a simple kind of young man… riding out here on this peaceful land
I ride like my dad and only he’d understand …its just a father and son thing, yah know?
I have my boots, my cowboy hat, too! Just roaming the range, just us two
I know there’s a lot of work to be done, but for now we’re just having fun..
And, that storm behind me will water this ground, and feed many all around
I know this crop will grow, because I believe in my dad….he’s knows
But…I am a simple young man and I know this ground I ride on
I will take care of business like my dad, and grow up big and strong
But for now we’re just riding a long…
I know my dad must of done the same things when he was my age
When he was a simple young man…just roaming the range
I am sure he’ll understand ….he’s also a simple kind of man
So I’ll head in and off this range…. once I see things will be okay,
And, ride…just save the work for another day
I am sure my dad will understand…he’s been where I am
He’ll stop and say, son is everything out there okay?
I’ll have a smile and say, yes sir! I was roaming free
And, he’ll see himself as the simple little man he use to be…
Cheryl Ann
Extraordinary Connections with Cheryl Ann
May 5, 2016
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