Why not

He awoke to darkness all around.Where am I he thought ,and how did i get here. His memory was doing him no favor .He knew by deduction that he was on the ground he felt the grass ,smelt the dirt . Where in the world was he . His mind raced around looking for any flash of memory it could find ,but his thoughts were still sluggish .Have i been drugged ,knocked out ,or suffered some sort of stroke he thought .Making his way to his feet he took several deep breaths hoping that would clear his head .Suddenly he knew he was being watched ,by what he wasn't sure.I have to be quiet he said to himself ,that way maybe i will be able to hear where i am being watched from .He stood as still as he could ,listening .In the darkness he heard no sound ,how odd he thought no crickets chirping ,no night bird songs ,nothing but total silence .A cold shiver went down his spine ,this was not good .Fear had not crept in ,it had leaped like a jaguar on its prey .He had learned once that fear creates two type of response in every creature.Either fight or flight .His head swooned ,he was dizzy with fear .How can you fight what you cannot see ,how can you run when you don't know where you are ,or where your going .He steadied himself once more using all the mental strength he could .Maybe I can reason with whatever is watching me he thought . Hello is anybody there he said with a voice that sounded very small and frail to himself.Where are we? He then asked . The only return he got back was silence . Then after a few seconds that seamed to drag by like a long train at a railroad crossing .He knew in his heart that this was the end of the line .He looked up to a moonless sky ,he then realized how black the darkness was no stars shown .He heard movement all around .Whatever they were .They were circling him with an astounding speed and getting closer with each orbit around him. NO! He yelled . They were on him now he could feel razor sharp teeth tearing away at his clothes ,soon it would be his flesh .WHY!He screamed .At that moment all movement stopped .And a voice as ancient and devoid of sympathy .Whispered the last sound the man would ever hear in this life.The ancient voice said ,why not.

it rained all day

I got up this morning early to help my children ready themselves for another day at school .Finally the it was time for them to go wait on the bus .It was barely misting not even enough to call rain ,but my girl did not have her rain coat and she protested,daddy its raining .I quickly put a shirt on and pulled my old tennis shoes on ,grabbed my umbrella and went out to hold it over their heads,while the collective " we" waited on the bus .It was still very dark ,the sky was full of dark clouds that promised real rain was surely on the way .Finally the bus came and they ran safely into the bus .The bus driver looked kind of shocked to see me there with the kids. I smiled waived. He gave me a nervous look then ,gave me a slight nod of his head .The door closed and off they drove .I went back inside it wasn't long before the rain came in earnest and it did so all day .The weather man says we should have sunshine for the next five days ,i sure hope that will make up for it having rained all day .

take your rest old friend

I received a simple text today telling me an old friend had passed away .It stirred my emotions alot ,because having just visited with him and knowing the mental power and wisdom he possessed ,i thought surely he would make it back to his home .He had spoken of the 10 years since his wife had died ,he spoke of his family .I hold great respect for him as he did for me .We had fished together ,talked coin collecting ,talked football .He had battled hard over many different bouts with his ailment .He had a good life .I was blessed to get to know him .take your rest old friend .

tyranny of time

Its funny how a person never knows how much time they have .And do they use what time they have wisely .I visited an old friend today it had been a little while since i had seen him .I was kind of taken by surprise at how frail his body had become,but his eyes though pale were still as crafty and full of life as before his ailment had took hold of his body.I know he had a good life he told of it on many different occasions .He told me he would be alright ,and back home in a week or so . We talked about my kids ,about his grandson ,Lsu football. He had a old black and white photo of himself at 11 years old with a huge buck hanging in a tree beside him .It was his first deer and he beamed when he talked of it .Time and his ailment are not on his side ,but if one could bottle up his spirit,optimism and knowledge they would have a great start to a good life .and possibly over come the tyranny of time.......

a quote from well......me of course .

The best thing a person can do sometimes is keep quiet,smile and enjoy :-)

Grandpaw

It's funny that as a child a few minutes would seem like hours ,mom would say we will go just as soon as i finish this cup of coffee .It would seem as though hours would go by before she would be done with that cup of coffee.But that was the impatience of a child ,as an adult time seems to fly by at an ever quickening pace.The memories of my youth seem like a bunch of small brightly lighted scenes from a chaotic movie,the haze of time swirls around the outer edge but the memories that are there stand out proudly wanting ,begging to be pulled up into the now .They long to be treasured. Grandpa scene one:Its warm maybe spring time ,i am in the sandy dirt on the ground under the Magnolia tree ,i am beside a wooden chair with a small gray headed man in it ,he is smiling at me while i play with a small truck.He hands me an empty inhaler bottle ,there he says now you put that in the back of the truck .Now your truck will not be empty ,I do as he says and this simple action seems to delight the little man to no end. SCENE two: I am in a rocking chair on the front porch of my Grandparents house sitting in the lap of the kind little old man .He is doting over me .I hug him he hugs back . Scene three: The sweet little old man is laying in his bedroom in a hospital bed . He has an oxygen mask on the emphysema is now racing to smother him out .I come in the room with my father ,we go to the side of the bed the kind old man smiles brilliantly me his face pale and tense just moments before is now full of as much life and animation as the oxygen mask and his failing lungs will give him .I climb on the hand rails and say something i wish i knew what words or sounds i used. But in that moment I know the love he holds for me and he knows the love a have for him. He passes from this life a few weeks after this memory .The kindness ,love,and charity he had for me i still carry in my heart .Even though he had many other grandchildren ,he bought my first swing set.He didn't buy any of the other grand kids one. Me and my grandpa shared a special bond ,i will treasure always . He passed from this life before i turned four. I still miss him .........

The pecan tree

The pecan tree stands in the yard of my youth ,its fruit having fallen off its branches to the grass it so gently shadows.It has been here in this spot for longer than i have drawn breath in my body.It may perhaps be the spot where an Indian brave made his first strides toward becoming a warrior ,its nuts may have given nourishment to a weary soldier in the war between the states .But that is not important to the tree.Just to merely be alive in the fresh air in the sun ,giving its fruit away that is the duty and joy of the pecan tree of my youth . I learned tree climbing in that tree ,i learned to hit and catch the baseball in the shade of that tree .I have many fond memories of my life and those that have passed out of this life ,and those that are still a part of my life around that pecan tree.And sometimes when i dream in flights of fancy or of things joy, i return to that tree .The pecan tree of my youth.........

a moment in the sun

The yard was neatly cut ,the roses were losing there luster .It was fall now the temperature hadn't changed that much ,but there was that cool nip in the air ,the unmistakable sign that the leaves would be changing from their lush green hues into their brilliant fall colors .The little blonde headed boy was playing with his tonka trucks at his usual place by the tree where he and his toys had built tunnels ,raised mountains ,fought in innumerable battles against some unknown foe in the days of summer.But the season was changing .He hears his mother call ,he runs to see what she might want with him .She lovingly points to a spot by the whitewashed house were the sun is shining bright . This spot she points to is brighter than the whole yard ,she tells the boy lets get the toys so you can play over here.They both grab what toys are over by the tree and there they set up so that they can both enjoy the moment in the sun .And isn't that what we all really want ....a moment in the sun.