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Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Round Robin Story

This is the straw I have started that I have not finished. I thought it might be fun to post a few snippets here and see where people would like to take it.

Nate retired there almost thirty years ago which made him somewhere near eighty he’d guess. He had a small garden, which Luke helped him water and harvest for the last five years. Over the last few years Nate had needed more and more help from Luke. Nate learn how to ranch, small holding style, and as the years went by Nate turned more to gardening. Over time, Nate had reluctantly accepted more help from Luke as he slowed down in the last few years. 
Luke made a no brainer decision. A five minute walk up the hill to hose off at Nate's and with any luck get a cup of coffee to officially start his day or he could take a twenty minute walk in mud encrusted clothes back to his house where he’d still need to make coffee. Nate's it was and he set off.
As he got closer he noticed the closed curtains. It looked like his cup of coffee may not happen, not a problem if he lost five pounds or so of mud. Nate had gotten a lot slower in the last year and a half. Not that Luke would ever tell him and risk getting a tongue lashing, no he had too much respect for the man. 
The hose lay where he had left it two days ago. He grabbed the hose holding it over his head as he turned the tap. Water burst out full force as he held it above his head pounding down over his face he allowed the water to rush over him. As the cool liquid worked its way under the crust his free hand scrubbed the dirt from his face and rubbed it from his hair, leaving him with a rather wild look as he smiled, eyes closed, to no one. The cold water washed away the work of the morning and felt good, too good as the sun beat down on him. The more the water ran down his body pushing the dirt everywhere he realized he’d get farther if he stripped down. 
The idea of the cool water refreshing his weary muscles too delicious. With a quick glance, and not hearing anything from the house yet he decided to strip down to his boxers. He'd walk home in his boxers if he needed. No one out here to see you. With a renewed zeal he worked to really get rid of the rest of the filth.  
It took only minutes for him to happily peal off the wet shirt and jeans, throwing them in a muddy pile off to the side. Luke knew nothing but ranch work and he was proud of it. His life choices, hard at times, had made him, shaped him, and left him hard, lean, muscled, and a much better man. At a little over thirty he knew more about himself than he did at twenty-five.
As he bathed in the cool water, taking his free hand and stroking down the various parts of his body to brush away the dirt, the hot rays of the sun glistened off his tanned skin and warmed him. The movements of each and every muscle visible under his skin and creating a rippling effect over his hard core. He moved the hose up his body and as the cold water hit his core it reflexively tightened. The water above his head flowed down his body once more as he lifted his face into the spray. The caress of the water encouraged him to again slowly lower the hose down his body teasing his muscles, for one final rinse. 

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Round Robin Story

This is the straw I have started that I have not finished. I thought it might be fun to post a few snippets here and see where people would like to take it.

Luke pulled the last string of wire taut, sweat dripping from every part of him even at seven-thirty in the morning as his muscles strained in battle with the wire. Once done he released his breath and with the palm of his hand he wiped the mud from the beat up old watch. Yup, to check and fix this piece of fence it took him less than an hour, a new record for him. 
After the thunderstorm last night he'd knowingly gotten up early to walk the fence line. Even though open range meant cows roamed wherever they chose without consequence, if no fencing existed to stop them it also meant more work for small land holders. If they roamed onto a fenced piece of land the owner then had the joy of getting them off of that land and back to the open range. Over the years the amount of open range had dwindled significantly, however that didn't mean the amount of cattle had. 
Armed with extra barbed wire, a hammer, pliers and a wire stretcher he walked out ready to repair any damage done by the storm. Luke started out at about five-thirty in the morning just after sun up. It only took twenty minutes to find the one and only place, the same place, where a large branch got the better of the barbed wire as it rode the currents. The wash, or arroyo as Luke had always called it, turned into a fast moving stream each time the rains started and just as fast as the stream started it stopped. By this afternoon, if it didn't rain again, the top layer of mud would have crusted in the sun covering up and hiding the soggy goop below it. This made it particularly dangerous for younger, more curious calves. 
Luke knew where to look, after all he'd fixed this piece of fence three or more times every year during the monsoon season and the sooner he had it done the better. Summer's searing hot sun and temperatures left little time to get hard work done, and today the sun promised another scorcher.
He brought up his arm preparing to wipe the crusting mud off his face only to realize that his sleeve, in fact his entire shirt, his pants and other parts of him he didn't want to think about, had far more mud on them than his face. With a slight sigh he glanced around and saw Nate's place nearby and then smiled. 

Monday, November 25, 2019


Some days, as my children grow older I feel as if we drift farther apart.

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Beginning - End

It starts as it stops.
A few words here
Cascading into more
And then slipping
Back into what
It was before.

Monday, October 28, 2019

Poetry in Morning

The day begins,
A promise new,
The world is painted
In a brilliant hue.

Time passes
Colors fade
Until they slip
Gracefully away.

The moon so bright
Holding dear
The promise of
New days light.

Sunday, October 6, 2019

Past - Present - Future

Things in our past haunt us. Pieces of unchangeable decisions that play over and over like little snippets of silent movies.

Wednesday, September 18, 2019