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There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you.

You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they showed you could sneak up behind him before he could bail, and if you were quick enough pour salt on his tail.

The salt did something to him and he would not be able to fly, believe me to the cupboard I went to grab a shaker and give this a try. Oh I tried for more than one summer, but I could never get close enough to a bird and so it was a real bummer.

Then one day I realized it was just a silly cartoon, well believe me I felt like a bit of a loon. I did stop trying to sneak up on birds and their tails, but the metaphor reminds me of how my life sometimes derails.

Problems we have can feel like that salt on our own behind, keeping us down and weighing heavy on our mind, but salt can't stop a birdie from flying, same as my problems can't stop me if I just keep on trying.

Don't be like me and chase after birds salt shaker in hand, the fact of it is you will never leave land, fly like a bird is another metaphor not real, for humans can't fly so we just have to deal.

Dealing with the everyday stuff, believe me I know that road can be rough, watch out for your derriere is what I always say, don't let a birdie put salt on your tail, no way.

It's just a poem but it has real meaning, stay true to yourself is where this one is leaning. The problems we face are like salt in our shakers, life has it's givers and definitely it's takers.

Do what you have to, to keep your behind free and be hasty, of the little white grains that can make some food more tasty, but salt of this life can ruin something good, how much you use be careful you should.

I know this all started by me watching television a long time ago, but the meaning is here and it's something you should know. Life and the things that are thrown right in our faces, are just the everyday things that happen in all the places.

Next time you think you have it the worst, think of this poem and let the laughter just burst, imagine a kid with a shaker in hand, running around on his parents own land. Looking for birds to shake on their tails, the grains of the earth, now those ships have sailed.

Don't let this poem stop you from trying, if I see this myself I will laugh until I am crying. Not laughing at you or your task at the time, just laughing my butt off thinking about this rhyme.

So a cartoon inspired the words written here, no more salt on my tail, at least not this year. I am going to try like the wind blows, to take all my problems and send them a rose.

I figure it like this at times when I am stressing, the salt on my past tail was merely a blessing, you see at least I still have a tail to watch out for, it's lucky for me since that thing has been chewed just about right off before.

Carry me home
Like a leaf in a breeze on an autumn morn
Like the sound of laughter from our youth
The familiar smell of rhubarb pie
On a cold and clammy eve in July


Carry me home
To where we would sit and chat
About everything and anything, just this and that
An inviting fire, a tune from a guitar
The whistle of a kettle never too far


Carry me home
To the place I know so well
Where memories are made
Hopes and dreams shared
No matter the distance
My heart will always be
At home, in my safe place
To be still, to be me..

IN SCHOOL THEY TOLD HIM ,THAT HE WAS NOT GOING TO AMOUNT TO ANYTHING IN LIFE
well, he showed them
i have money , i have the girls ,i can fight ,i am not scared of you
im the life of the party
i have my own apartment at 14
i know celeberties ,
hey yall look at me ,i can get in any club in the u.s. for free
if they wont let me in, i have the key, heyyy mann kick that back door open for me lets party for free
shawn was my enemy at first, and eventually became my friend
fight after fight sealed the bargin ,shawn was my friend to the end
to the end of the party
to the end of meeting that special girl
to the end of living a suckers life
and to the begging of living in a criminals world
pain and hardships is all that he knew in life
he came from a broken home he came from a broken life
shawn saved me from the life of being a hood
he seen my intelligence ,he seen my good

crawl up on the couch
with grunting effort
reaching....
for every precious inch

achieving a small victory
then one deep breath
standing on the arm
balance precarious


suddenly
a volume increasing
rebel, indian, viking berzerker
scream erupts from his chest

as he launches
superman like
into the air
fearless


that his uncles arms
will always be there
then again, again,
and again

Have you ever felt soft and surrendered
Dropped your guard and gone
Back to where you were raised?

Felt your daydream pour on you
Like warm spring rain?
'Til your childhood home
Showed through the haze?

Found yourself horseback with Dad and Papaw
Heaven's sake, you were just a kid

The day's work behind
Now Mom's supper in view,
Can you just taste it, 'cause ya'll I just did.

Disappeared in the spell of Mom's kitchen
Fresh bread baking, and flour in her hair
Roast beef filling the oven, smelling for miles,
If your journey's like mine, we're both there.

She raised near everything, cucumbers and corn
Tomatoes, strawberries, peas and beans
No holding back when feeding her crew,
Enough for an army, know what I mean?

After supper there'd be pie and coffee
Homemade ice cream for kids and Mamaw
We'd all race to the porch just to listen,
About wild country Papaw once saw.

Easy ride, if you let your thoughts roam
Back to your family, good food and great times
To that special place,
We all just call HOME.

I started out as an idea, place in a lady’s head,
She fashioned me of porcelain, and I listened as she said,
“For you I'll give you golden locks and eyes of baby blue,
And rosy cheeks and lips of red and pretty lashes too.”
I'll make you dimples on each cheek, and one upon your chin,
For you a smile just will not do, you'll have a special grin.
I'll give your eyes a loving spark, with just a dash of white,
And make them glisten happily, a clear glaze will catch the light.
I'll make some tiny stockings, and a pair of bloomers too,
And a slip made out of satin, trimmed in lace will only do.
I'll make for you a velvet dress, and a bonnet just to match,
I'll put upon your tiny feet, shoes that have a golden latch.
I'll fix your long and golden hair, into shiny finger curls,
And tie them with a long silk bow, that falls gently as it swirls.
I'll make your colors soft and sweet, as if in a flowered field,
I'll weave for you a basket, a cradled bouquet will be revealed.
I'll sign your nape with loving care, and place you in full view,
For you came from a loving heart, your life is now anew.
A little girl will come one day, and hold you oh so tight,
And whisper secrets in your ears, and pray with you at night.
She'll feel the love that created you, and gave to you your life,
And you'll be there to comfort her, though her hardest times of strife.
You'll share her joys and her pain, and to her you'll be so true,
What little girl upon this earth wouldn't want A Doll Like You?”

you were the girl that I wanted so much; I'm so sorry that after the ninth grade; that we lost touch! I didn't know you loved me until I turned around on the steps of j.h.s. 109 and saw you crying as you said goodbye; and when I returned home; I had many tears in my eyes; because I loved you; but I never told you! we were so very young at the time; and I heard you went with danny r. who was real slime! I'm on my way to the top of the music charts; and I hope you will hear my songs; and we can separate the rights from the wrongs! I"ll always love you Shirley!

Even the bees are muted and the birds too ......stunned into silence by the burning sun........I'm glad to be alive to feel it .......on my skin and in my heart .. ..open now like a flower unfurling ......I allow myself to see time ,long past .........summers ,full of swallows ,fragrant hay of mostly meadowsweet ..............Im wearing that blue striped favourite frock....... .in a sunny photograph, we're gathered ,wooden rakes on our shoulders ........our shy smiles sunburnt faces from the 70s ......I'm there now hearing the murmur .......of low voicesand quiet ways.......I found violets beneath the hedge.. such joy in discovery......my garden today homes wayward violets harts tongue ferns .....beneath trees and planted rose bushes .....that summer childhood has returned.....through the unfurled flower of my heart .

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
Of glory in the flower.
We will grieve not, rather find,
Strenght in what remain behind.

captive childhood imagination the sight of a centaur an thought of pegasis where'd they exist, a faun a troll winged dragon in flight, page by page it's child's mind delight, in awe of the unicorn up on hind's flowing mane, folklore an legend's centuries old, on the edge of the seat listening while storie's be told.