So we'll written, Gary. I.totally understand your love for the West
I was born dirt poor in the Appalachian Mountains. I babysat for folks and every penny I saved till I could buy the entire series of Zane Grey books. Keep in mind I was a teenage girl! I swore I would leave those hollers and never look back.
The very moment I crossed into South Texas on a motorcycle, I was enamored. And then came my beloved New Mexico. Where I settled. My.Western dream came true. I rode my little black horse, pearl handled gun in my holster, across the Rio Grande.
If I never receive another blessing in my life; i.would be content with just that memory. The creaking of the leather, the bees buzzing, that endless big blue sky. I have never felt more free.
That was over 25 years ago. And life's roads have led me to South Carolina. Where I live alone and still yearn for the smell of mesquite and sage. Still got my saddle!
And Dreams!
Thank you so much for painting such a beautiful picture.
Happy Trails.
I was born dirt poor in the Appalachian Mountains. I babysat for folks and every penny I saved till I could buy the entire series of Zane Grey books. Keep in mind I was a teenage girl! I swore I would leave those hollers and never look back.
The very moment I crossed into South Texas on a motorcycle, I was enamored. And then came my beloved New Mexico. Where I settled. My.Western dream came true. I rode my little black horse, pearl handled gun in my holster, across the Rio Grande.
If I never receive another blessing in my life; i.would be content with just that memory. The creaking of the leather, the bees buzzing, that endless big blue sky. I have never felt more free.
That was over 25 years ago. And life's roads have led me to South Carolina. Where I live alone and still yearn for the smell of mesquite and sage. Still got my saddle!
And Dreams!
Thank you so much for painting such a beautiful picture.
Happy Trails.
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