Why hon, that was shear poetry! I mean it! Yeah, I think what you said here is why I live in the woods and really don't care to go much of any where else, still ...there's snakes now and then. After awhile your soul and psyche can only stand so much, and it has to rest. I think, in my life, my other choice might be an RV, if I could afford it, to travel to back roads and forgotten places of this great country to talk to and share insights with the dying breeds out there. I notice the thicker the population, the thicker the snake 'den', but that only makes sense due to the numbers. :-) Like in that song I posted, the ones who sit on the park benches in the small towns, the woman who still can their food and bake their bread, the man who works 12 hours a day on a john deer, the ones gathered down by the VFW...ya know what I mean? Those who haven't had time to become snakes because they were too busy, they had values and integrity, and even went to church on Sunday and it meant something besides finding fault with others. I think recently this 'out break' of news about molesters of children and other horrors has made me yearn for something ...I guess I'd like to see if it still exists, I'm growing more cynical about it each year I live. This doesn't apply to those I know and love, I'm speaking of the general population.
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Date: 2006-04-08 03:31 pm (UTC)Yeah, I think what you said here is why I live in the woods and really don't care to go much of any where else, still ...there's snakes now and then. After awhile your soul and psyche can only stand so much, and it has to rest.
I think, in my life, my other choice might be an RV, if I could afford it, to travel to back roads and forgotten places of this great country to talk to and share insights with the dying breeds out there.
I notice the thicker the population, the thicker the snake 'den', but that only makes sense due to the numbers. :-)
Like in that song I posted, the ones who sit on the park benches in the small towns, the woman who still can their food and bake their bread, the man who works 12 hours a day on a john deer, the ones gathered down by the VFW...ya know what I mean? Those who haven't had time to become snakes because they were too busy, they had values and integrity, and even went to church on Sunday and it meant something besides finding fault with others.
I think recently this 'out break' of news about molesters of children and other horrors has made me yearn for something ...I guess I'd like to see if it still exists, I'm growing more cynical about it each year I live.
This doesn't apply to those I know and love, I'm speaking of the general population.