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to help him hide
the singing birds
the fog is thick
waiting for the words
that the ether picks
I am optimistic
maybe even lazy
the path of the mystic
is often thru the hazy
able to tarry
I'm in no hurry
no burden I carry
we embrace the blurry
Purple Haze
with Jimi Hendrix
hope we'll be amazed
by what the pen picks
beginning of the day
bigfoot's smile is wide
just one more way
to help him hide
I am in the holler where I grew up this morning. In a little over an hour me and the photo bird will be flying above orange tractors on a hill top trying to figure things out. My brother and I spent a lot of time in hayfields when we were growing up. Back then it was all square bales. That type of hay was a lot more labor intensive than the round bales that he puts up today. I will probably write some more about the the hay in the next few days as I hang out in the holler with my brother and our family.
There are a lot of memories here. I am sure some of them will find their way onto the blog. As a matter of fact I suspect that they will probably force their way onto it. I think that we are all kind of like galleries that carry our pictures and memories with us. We should probably all spend some time periodically picking which ones to keep, treasure and exhibit and which ones to get rid of.
I hope you have a great day with smiles all around.
