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gambler
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on another forum i read , we are getting drug thru the coals..in fightin on BRC..tak drivers forum
so i dug up an old poem i wrote jest to chill me out fer a while.
i'm lucky to live up a hollow on a creek, in the back woods
On my front porch
the winds thru the cedars, make a peaceful sound
raindrops from the porch roof, spatter on the ground
somewhere in the distance, the calling of an owl
the sunsets behind the hilltop, there’s that coyote’s howl
here in Sulphur hollow, on my front porch with my old dog
I hear the sounds of nature, and the peeping of the frogs
rockin on my front porch, in my old rockin chair
brings back days of my childhood, with all my old friends there
I can hear my nearest neighbor, but his house is out of sight
I hear his old John Deere tractor, when the wind is right
we are the best kind of neighbors, the best there is around
cause the only time we see each other, are on our trips to town
the evenin chill is coming, and spring is coming slow
better put another log on the fire, cause it’s burning low
I’d love to share my front porch with you, and our souls we both could bare
but ya see, I don’t like strangers, and I jest got one rockin chair
the wind thru the cedars, makes that peaceful sound
the wild goose in formation, honking on north bound
here in Sulphur hollow, I’ll wait for the Lord to call
in peace in contentment, feeling sorry for you all
Earl Schrum 03/24/04
so i dug up an old poem i wrote jest to chill me out fer a while.
i'm lucky to live up a hollow on a creek, in the back woods
On my front porch
the winds thru the cedars, make a peaceful sound
raindrops from the porch roof, spatter on the ground
somewhere in the distance, the calling of an owl
the sunsets behind the hilltop, there’s that coyote’s howl
here in Sulphur hollow, on my front porch with my old dog
I hear the sounds of nature, and the peeping of the frogs
rockin on my front porch, in my old rockin chair
brings back days of my childhood, with all my old friends there
I can hear my nearest neighbor, but his house is out of sight
I hear his old John Deere tractor, when the wind is right
we are the best kind of neighbors, the best there is around
cause the only time we see each other, are on our trips to town
the evenin chill is coming, and spring is coming slow
better put another log on the fire, cause it’s burning low
I’d love to share my front porch with you, and our souls we both could bare
but ya see, I don’t like strangers, and I jest got one rockin chair
the wind thru the cedars, makes that peaceful sound
the wild goose in formation, honking on north bound
here in Sulphur hollow, I’ll wait for the Lord to call
in peace in contentment, feeling sorry for you all
Earl Schrum 03/24/04