and I am alone

[Mom]

Looking out on one of the most Romantic sights. End of day and there is a Doe and fawn in the back patch (I am sure the guy who is in charge of growing the hay there would not appreciate them eating his hay)

Alone in a big silent house for awhile, sun is setting and it is good. Yes it is romantic. Mountains in the distance with snow covered peaks and sexy music playing. You know sometimes it can be romantic even while you are alone

It creeps in, the twilight
Light is softer, casting shadows
Dark battling with the light
Sun casts a rosy glow on the western mountains
Softening, shadowing
Muted colors
Colors unseen in the bright noon sun

Look toward the edge of the meadows
That secret place under the willows
Where night meets day
Deer and other shy creatures begin their shy emergence
Birds are settling in their nests

Smells are softer
The roses release their scents into the night air
Calling to lovers
Soft smells of damask perfume
Sage, crushed by the day, sharp and acrid
Adding its clear sweet notes to the air
Dinner cooking on the stove

Noises of passing cars are muffed by the coming night
Birds sing their songs to the setting sun
Sounds of a home settling into itself for the night
The crunch of grass under night prowler’s feet

Lovers are returning to their homes
Returning to their loves
Returning with hugs and caresses
Returning with promises of the night

Sounds of the sighs of lovers
The soft sound of flesh against flesh in a caress
Palms against secret places evoking
The moans of gentle loving
Smells of love and home and dying day

[STUDMAN]

Looking out on one of the most Romantic sights. End of day and there is a Doe and fawn in the back patch (I am sure the guy who is in charge of growing the hay there would not appreciate them eating his hay)

Alone in a big silent house for awhile, sun is setting and it is good. Yes it is romantic. Mountains in the distance with snow covered peaks and sexy music playing. You know sometimes it can be romantic even while you are alone

It creeps in, the twilight
Light is softer, casting shadows
Dark battling with the light
Sun casts a rosy glow on the western mountains
Softening, shadowing
Muted colors
Colors unseen in the bright noon sun

Look toward the edge of the meadows
That secret place under the willows
Where night meets day
Deer and other shy creatures begin their shy emergence
Birds are settling in their nests

Smells are softer
The roses release their scents into the night air
Calling to lovers
Soft smells of damask perfume
Sage, crushed by the day, sharp and acrid
Adding its clear sweet notes to the air
Dinner cooking on the stove

Noises of passing cars are muffed by the coming night
Birds sing their songs to the setting sun
Sounds of a home settling into itself for the night
The crunch of grass under night prowler’s feet

Lovers are returning to their homes
Returning to their loves
Returning with hugs and caresses
Returning with promises of the night

Sounds of the sighs of lovers
The soft sound of flesh against flesh in a caress
Palms against secret places evoking
The moans of gentle loving
Smells of love and home and dying day

you're not alone......

[Mom]

you're not alone......


And why did I want to post this just now about 2 minutes before you came on line. How was your day - I am pooped and have to drive back into town soon to get "the boys"

[STUDMAN]

And why did I want to post this just now about 2 minutes before you came on line. How was your day - I am pooped and have to drive back into town soon to get "the boys"

Remember, timing is everything. My day was fine thank you. I'm sure you have worked yourself to the bone. Always overdoing it.

[Mom]

Remember, timing is everything. My day was fine thank you. I'm sure you have worked yourself to the bone. Always overdoing it.

Come set on the porch and watch the deer and the sun set with me.

[STUDMAN]

Come set on the porch and watch the deer and the sun set with me.

Thank you for the invitation, I would like that very much.

[Mom]

Jeff Healey Band (not bad for a blind white boy), Bessie Smith, Big Bill Boozey and John Lee Hooker playing to the setting sun

[STUDMAN]

Jeff Healey Band (not bad for a blind white boy), Bessie Smith, Big Bill Boozey and John Lee Hooker playing to the setting sun

you're having a good time, aren't you?

[Mom]

you're having a good time, aren't you?

Yep

[STUDMAN]

Yep

Dance momma, dance....

[johnnybegood]

Looking out on one of the most Romantic sights. End of day and there is a Doe and fawn in the back patch (I am sure the guy who is in charge of growing the hay there would not appreciate them eating his hay)

Alone in a big silent house for awhile, sun is setting and it is good. Yes it is romantic. Mountains in the distance with snow covered peaks and sexy music playing. You know sometimes it can be romantic even while you are alone

It creeps in, the twilight
Light is softer, casting shadows
Dark battling with the light
Sun casts a rosy glow on the western mountains
Softening, shadowing
Muted colors
Colors unseen in the bright noon sun

Look toward the edge of the meadows
That secret place under the willows
Where night meets day
Deer and other shy creatures begin their shy emergence
Birds are settling in their nests

Smells are softer
The roses release their scents into the night air
Calling to lovers
Soft smells of damask perfume
Sage, crushed by the day, sharp and acrid
Adding its clear sweet notes to the air
Dinner cooking on the stove

Noises of passing cars are muffed by the coming night
Birds sing their songs to the setting sun
Sounds of a home settling into itself for the night
The crunch of grass under night prowler’s feet

Lovers are returning to their homes
Returning to their loves
Returning with hugs and caresses
Returning with promises of the night

Sounds of the sighs of lovers
The soft sound of flesh against flesh in a caress
Palms against secret places evoking
The moans of gentle loving
Smells of love and home and dying day

Wow Mom...

To quote someone, I cant remember whom...

Could Mom be to good to be true???

I had no idea you were such a romantic... :eek:

I guess contry girls got alot of sides to em huh? ;)

Hows things in Wyoming...

How long are you up there for?

Oh well to answer the thread no your not alone...

Later :cool:

[youneeque]

Mom, I am one who tends to put feelings into words that help me express both good and yucky feelings and growing yet stronger and happier.

I have learned the hard way that if I can love myself for who I am, humbly admitting when I am wrong, and holding my head high but not my nose in the air, only then am I able to trully love another.

I am blessed now because that other has come to me and me to him. I would go thru the years of self torture and volunteer work for those who simply would never take responsibility but abuse a vulnerable work in progress instead. I would do it all over again, knowing where I am now, Mom.

I would love to talk to you sometime and you are so special and needed in this world.

[Mom]

Actually I was enjoying the solitude. I had company all weekend which I loved and they had left and the 2 teenagers were in town. With 2 boys here it doesn't get quiet very often.

Johnny, I wasn't always a country girl - I choose to move back to the country about 18 years ago. Have lived in Honolulu, Dallas, Denver, Cincinnati and points inbetween.

Wyoming is good for me. For 15 years(until last October) I worked at an incredibly stressful job - I was at work at 6 usually and left at 6 or 7 in the evenings 5 days a week and played catchup on Sat. When I left they replaced me with 2 attorneys and 3 other people and from what I hear the 5 of them cannot get it right. Way too much work and too much stress for me. My soon to be ex husband never forgave me for quiting or let me forget how I had messed up his life by leaving that job. I drove 30 miles one way to work for all those years and wore expensive business suits and dealt with contracts and money. There wasn't much time for the romantic softer side of me to come out so I guess It is just pouring out now. The people I used to work with wouldn't believe that the hard nosed bitch they used to work with had this soft side. Someone once put a sign on my door giving me a new title "Princess of Darkness". I left it there for years. I want "Princess of Darkness" to go away and be replaced by me "MOM". So this place is a place for me to heal and it seems to be doing the trick.

[Mom]

And I just looked out the back patio doors and the deer have been replaced by 3 elk. Man what a view.

[muffdiver13]

In a word Mom........


[SIZE=7]WOW

[Mom]

yep the elk were great and I hope they come back in the morning. The doe and fawn were back again tonight - they appear to be fearless.

[muffdiver13]

I did also mean you words and the poem.

[Mom]

I did also mean you words and the poem.
And I thank you for your kind words but this place is so wild and raw and yet so beautiful and of course there is someone that I correspond with that helps to bring out the softer side of me. Anyway, this place will either heal you or kill you and old friends have called me "Molly Brown in overalls" (I wear overalls - short in the summer and long in the winter cause I need lots of pockets to hold all my shit when I work in my roses) Anyway, I am fairly unsinkable like Molly Brown.

I thank God for my sons who own this place and have given me a cushy job of just being the eyes on the ground, keeping the books and "taking names and kicking ass". It is a wonderful house that I am trying to turn into a home and my youngest son absolutely loves it here and his school. But "the brothers", the grown sons are embarassed to read most of the stuff I write - somehow they just cannot picture their mother writing erotic stuff.

[muffdiver13]

I think that's true of most sons and moms. Thanks for your works, and thank your son for providing a place that nurtures it!