Rance is eating in a restaurant when he sees a girl ,obviously hitchhiking, get out of the car, carrying a guitar case and then coming to the restaurant. As he's leaving he tells the waitress to buy her  a hamburger because all she asked for was water . Then he goes out to his van
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The guy with the large helium balloon floating over his head was saying something as he closed the distance between us on this crowded bustling Street. The people, for some reason, kept raising their faces to stare at me with lonely ,beseeching  eyes as they scurried by ,then instantly dropping their gaze back to the ground as they quickly continued on.
    " State of my..... state of my ....state of my head....".said the balloon man as he drew near me and I couldn't help wondering why the words weren't appearing in the balloon that bounded along ,dancing chaotically, in lock-step to the dance-like movement of his pace "state of my head ."  
    Unlike the other people who passed by, he never looked at me -in fact- he didn't seem to notice anything except the zone right in front of his next step .  
       "You're legs on fire!"
     "I could still hear the echo of his chant as it, and him, bebopped into the obscurity of the distance, suddenly becoming aware of the barren and empty street , and the fire that was burning my right thigh.
    "Your leg's on fire"  now these words did appear in symbolic cartoon measure across the face of the balloon. "Hey!"I  cried out and then heard the echo of the words as they came sailing back.
   "Hey!"
    "Finally waking up I see" continued the echo as it became a soft laughter-filled sound to my ears.
     Slowly I was  becoming aware that my vision was filling in with the world outside the windshield of my van. The last stanza of Shinedowns state of my head was just fading from the radio as.....
    "Thanks for the burger"
My leg WAS on fire. Okay , it wasnt really,but it was burning above the knee of my right leg from the sunlight streaming through the windshield.      
  I was busy patting out the fire and rubbing the sleep from my eyes when I heard the voice again "Hello?"
     Now though, it was a real voice ,as it came sailing through the window of my van. A female voice.
     A bit slow maybe, but I was finally beginning to catch up, so I knew before I even looked, that it was the girl with the guitar case.
    It was. As I peered over the door frame I saw that she was sitting three feet from the van, on a patch of grass and leaning back against the big oak that grew at the edge of the parking lot and had provided a nice shade for storm ....okay and for my nap.        
     Surely the crooked -and haltingly, embarrassment driven - smile that I managed to conjure up ,as I looked out the window and down at her, was totally inadequate.  I was attempting to move past it , so with great confidence ,and sua da vi I heard my words as I said.
   "Huh? "  oh god !My brain said to my inner voice "really smooth" --- my inner voice took the fifth.  
     "That's a heck of a watch dog you've  got " she said.  Somehow breaking the ice  and allowing me space and time to regroup. " He told me he was there , aware and in charge as I approached your window,but he did it by just raising his eyes and the slightest rumbling growl. It was obvious he was serious but he was so cool about it"      
   I reached ,almost ,unconsciously, to stroke Storms muzzle and the furrow between his ears. "Yeah, " I said " He's got style alright." as more than a bit of pride tinged my words.
    Her laughter was sudden and as free as a wild bird being released from the confines of a cage as it rose up into the air.It was one of those beautiful,,natural
voices of those rare people who are not embarrassed by their own spontaneity.
   "Style " she managed to exclaim among the peals of joy " I love that"
     " Hi" I told her " I'm Rance and my stylin friend is Stormy"
      Her movements were quick, agile and graceful as she bounded to her feet , quickly wiping any perceived dust from her right palm across the hip area of her jeans before reaching out to shake hands.  "I'm Penelope Woods , but everyone back home just called me Piney"
     Now it was my time to laugh. A slight chuckle accompanied my hand as  I reached out to collect hers . " Piney Woods ...now that funny. "
    " Why ,thank you kind sir " she exclaimed with the exaggerated imitation of southern gentellity " I've always thought so"  then that freebird laughter , again came rising up ,to float over and then slide all the way down into the hollow,unused places of my heart . Settling there as though it were home......Maybe it was.

All the beauty in life
By Lisa Noe


Make the ordinary beautiful,
Find something in every day,
Something that you love.
Give a blessing for all that you see.

There’s a sunflower smiling at the sun.
A butterfly flutters over the yellow flowers,
And a bird glides across the sky gracefully.
He says “See I make all things new”.

Orange and gold leaves tumbling to the ground,
Falling upon a wooden barn of red.
Water tumbles over the cliffs,
And a babbling brook is a peaceful sound.

These are the gifts bestowed to man
By one omnipotent God
Trees of pink and white, purple, and green
Grass so thick, lush and green

Dogs and cats, elephants and horses,
Ducks and fish we are grateful for these;
All around us is life and beauty it seems
Lets have hope and faith and most of all love.

This is our life it is given by God.
To us the dominion over the earth
Thank goodness for these things,
They are the meaning of life.

© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove

SWEET CARDINAL
  By Lisa Ann Noe

So distinguished, sits a cardinal in the light,
Drenched with the cold driven snows of white.

It grabs a twig from off the tree,
It doesn’t realize, with my eyes I see.

I suppose he will use it to make a nest,
Where all winter long he’ll take his rest.

The male is a beautiful shade of red,
And has a small cone upon his head.

He spots his food from in the sky,
He is quite the industrious little guy.

One lone Cardinal upon a branch,
He feeds every day here at my ranch.


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© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove

Lost and Lonely
By Lisa Noe


When I was a child you were my hero,
Always there where ever I’d go.

As I grew older you where my friend,
You were that person on whom I could depend.

My father you hung the moon in the sky,
To me you were the most special guy.

You taught me right from wrong,
You showed me that I belonged.


With you I laughed and I cried,
My life was then satisfied.

Our family was so close and complete,
You and mama showed me how to succeed.

Now tears, they fill my eyes,
And in my heart I grieve and die.

For you have passed from this earth,
There is nothing that has your worth.

}Now part of me is lost,
And I can’t count the cost.

Now mamas all alone and broken hearted.
We are all sad that you have departed.

We’ll love you till our dying day,
And I’ll see you again along the way.

© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove