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r Oct 2013

Prayer from the Battle of Wanat, Afghanistan

Captain Jesus
smile on me
the battle is over
I'm finally free
now I can rest
in the sweet Mother's arms
and dream of emerald meadows
on your father's farm.

r 20 Feb 2013

r Oct 2013

Confession

Forgive me Father
For I have sinned
Has been 100 years since my
Last confession
And 10 seconds since my last sin.

r

r Oct 2013

Heart of Stone

A heart of stone
Not cold, hard, uncaring
But forged by the heat of the earth
To be strong, unyielding, forever...
Like my love for you

r

r Oct 2013

Texan Muse (10 w)

The words he wrote
could make a fence post cry

r

r Oct 2013

Ode to the Code

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r

Another of the lost ones. Posted 4 Apr 2013

r Oct 2013

Cowboy Advice

Sometimes you have to let the mare have her head.

r

Post Script: One of 288 I lost when I deleted my account back in August. Originally posted 13 Apr 2013. Thanks to Mae and others for helping me recover many of the lost ones.

r Oct 2013

Dead Reckoning

Hard east against high tide
Black clouds and rainy skies
Straight at the breakers I ride
Dead reckoning away from lies
Taking those waves in stride
I'm dead reckoning

Lost sight of that straight line
Fifteen knots towards the rocks
First mate's empty of port wine
Siren calls back to the docks
Cutting hard portside to align
I'm dead reckoning

Dead reckoning to the docks
Blind from drinking brine
Fifteen shots at fifteen knots
Push that throttle to a whine
For now I'm feeling fine
Dead reckoning

I'm dead reckoning.....

r 25 Oct 13