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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Heading Home Once a farmers son left the farm to see what the City could offer him. Surely it was better in the City lights than working from dawn until the dark of night. And for awhile he liked the allure of the City. The cars were sleek and the women were pretty. But darn it wouldn't you just know, country boy missed the roosters crow. In the City he got a job selling cars, he learned how to dance and smoke cigars. But just his luck, this country boy missed his old pickup truck. One fine City night he dated a City girl, they went to a dance and she rocked his world. But deep in his county heart country boy was missing his county girls heart. One Sunday morning he was selling a car when he got a call from his country girl afar. She didn't appreciate him leaving his country home going to the City and leaving her alone. County boy told country girl he too felt alone and so he sold his last car and he headed home. JamesLee 07August 2007 |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Very well written tale James, a nice happy ending. Nicely done. Hugs. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
awwwww~ There is no place like home  ~enjoyed this, James~ |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I believe these two learned the very same lesson finding home ~Ruth Kephart~ she left that small town, her life packed in a cardboard box shoved in the trunk of an ‘89 Caviler and dreamed of stardom free the streets of East LA crowded against her dingy second floor apartment where she rehearsed the art of living on her own while trying to make a living waiting tables photo shoots could not replace the loneliness she felt each time her eyes crossed the time worn photos of summer picnics with a certain old beau whom she’d assured herself was building a home for two near the big pines instead of pining for her she practiced her rhythm each day while dancing around the dreams she’d set in motion only to watch them collapse before her eyes she’d given up farms for fame corn for color gardens for glitz pastures for principles skies for skyscrapers and sacrificed love for limelight she’d given up until one night a phone call in soft spoken words from a familiar voice finally took her home ...thanks for taking me back and reminding me what is most important in my life Ruth I am nothing special...and my name will soon be forgotten,but I've loved another with all my heart and soul,and to me,this has always been enough.~N.S |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Nice story James......Like the old cliche, "you can take the boy out of the country but you can't take the country out of the boy!" Back to the farm and the good life for this country boy of yours. I enjoyed it. Eric |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I enjoyed this very much! *S* |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good read |
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