“Listen up….Out here, there ain’t no law excepting for the law of the gun in your hand.
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do and, make no mistake Mister…. when I pay a man to do a job I expect him to give it 100 percent, any less and… he ain’t gonna get paid. Now…. that thing at the end of the leather you’re holding onto is called a horse, if you k’in ride it, well then, you’d best climb on up in the saddle and make like a cowboy… ‘n’ just so you know…. there might be some folks along the trail who’ll maybe take a hankering after what we got and be wanting it for themselves, the cattle, our food, the horses and… you best be ready to shoot ‘em ‘cause if’n you ain’t.. and I find myself gettin’ shot at… well, I’m just old enough and dang-blasted ornery enough to be killing you fer gettin me killed…..The hell I will!
Well…. what are you still standing there for…. waiting for your momma to come wipe your nose? Saddle up boy and, let’s get this cattle moving. Yeeee haww!”
In truth his war was more bitter than all the wars before.
Holes in the ground deep as hell. Bombs and fires raging.
A sea of bodies around him torn asunder, including his.
Then he heard her whisper:‘I will give you peace my child’
And Mother Earth wrapped him in her blood soaked arms.
Author’s note: Photos used here from WW1 Battlefields There are still so many ‘unknown’ soldiers. I respect and salute all who have served and, all those brave young men and women who still do serve their countries to protect our freedom of right to express this opinion.
On my 17th birthday, I voluntarily enlisted in the W.R.A.C. (Women’s Royal army Corps) and became a radar operator and was proud to serve my Queen and country.
Today I found some precious time alone, before the rain arrived. Turned my collar against the wind’s cold hands tasted the sky once more and felt alive, again.
A moment of love of dreams, aloud.
I saw through the grey veil of passing clouds to where pieces of hearts were painted with words that cannot be said.
But… If my soul does not feel all the love there ever was and will ever be what is there left
…what is there left.
Ah, the most beautiful secrets are always planted deeply, nurtured and, grown into treasured memories almost as if…
that which cannot be seen still sings in harmony with everything that can.
I look to the sea and hear you calling, softly. Offer up prayers of gratitude for the blessings that were mine from the simple beauty of sunlight on your face to the unmistakable look of love in your eyes
and… with barely a whisper hear your voice in the waves say
Three times my life has opened.
Once, into darkness and rain.
Once, into what the body carries at all times within
it and starts to remember each time it enters the act of love.
Once, to the fire that holds all.
These three were not different.
You will recognize what I am saying or you will
But outside my window all day a maple has
stepped from her leaves
like a woman in love with winter, dropping the
Neither are we different in what we know.
There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a
slip of light stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on
or the one red leaf the snow releases in March.
Jane Hirshfield The Lives of The Heart (1994-1997)