Just Common

Hold On Now

Hey! Folks, don't run off just yet! Got a short one, not long at all. Then ya can head home or ta the Saloon. I know most ya, ain't been much further than the next town, any direction. This place is out Texas way, near the coast. Now not on the Ocean Blue, few miles from it.

Place called Kingsville, not much out that ways, but the night sky is heavenly. The stars an moon are bright, they seem larger. The why ta that, could be I just think it do. A feller could loose his self in that sky. The quiet an calm around, puts ya at ease. I've seen more shootin stars or fallin stars, out that way. Than all a Virginia's an the Carolina's. Folks, take the time ta look up at the stars an the clouds. Take the time ta relax, put those worries some place out the way. Just be a child at heart, fer a spell.

Folks I seen logs that turned ta rock, spires a stone hundreds of feet tall. Water shoot up from the ground. A lake a salt water. The Lands are different yet, we are still the same people in those Lands. We tussle at times over land. I think ifin we had a common enemy, why we would be United not separate.

Ya know, folks, not one us. Has more Liberty or what ya call Freedom than the other. The thought that an individual has more freedom than the many, or even the few. Why is just wrong.

Sorry folks wanted ta talk about the beauty in the Lands. How the Ocean Blue leaves fingers on the beach when the waves roll in then move back out. The little squeak of the sand as ya walk. The breeze the smell a salt an fish. The quiet late at night, all ya hear is the Ocean Blue move in an out. The flashes over the Ocean far off from a storm. The time, folks ta be a child.

The large red woods of California, big enough ta take a wagon through. The mountains snow-capped in the summer. Places ya just know, few have seen or will see. 
The flat open spaces of the prairie. With abundance of wild flowers that make the colors of a rainbow. The winds that make thum sway. Like dancers in a grand ballroom. The want ta take a seat and feel the wind catch the smell a flowers. Be a child fer a spell.

Remember, thins like yar Momma an yar Pa. The thins they taught ya, and the unimportant thins they said. Their laugh or smile ifin ya can remember they face. Walk with thum always, ya just may hear thum.

Folks, we have this great Land, never take that fer granted. What I am tellin ya, is take the time ta wonder at our Lands. Take the time ta remember, an take time ta feel like a child. Folks, a child always has hopes. That hope fortitude, an a little luck keeps us alive.

I just wish every one of ya, could see our beautiful Lands. Sorry ifin I sent ya inta boredom folks. Just act a child a spell. Guess that a be it folks. Till next time.