Just sitting here listening to the rushing water over the dam. As boats pull in and out with folks fishing and riding the water. I’m just sitting here all by myself taking in the sights, waiting for the pontoon boat pulls away with it’s smelly gas tank. The lovebugs are a gathering about as the clouds built for another rainy afternoon.
An old school bass fisher pulls off from the shore taking the grandbabies for a ride. It’s moments like this I enjoy sharing, with no Ill words with nothing but common ground found. Again I bring up the subject of commonality while the headline makers stir trouble and descent.
So while the wake of the boats slap the shore, I’m taken back to another time. A time when I would watch the water and listen to the stories told around a cup of coffee and a lawn chair. Feeding my head with the grace of God, the gift of freedom, and listening to what nature has to say.
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FD Thornton, Jr
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