And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in the backroads By the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now that bind me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find That you're moving on the backroads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' Cracklin' caldron in some train yard My beard a rustling, cold towel, and A dirty hat pulled low across my face Through cupped hands 'round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That you're waiting from the backroads By the rivers of my memories Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind
Hi Razz, it is 54 and cloudy. What ocean is that a picture of. I am 65 miles east of the the Ocean in Oregon. But this is pretty and makes me want to go to the Ocean. But right now the weather is not the greatest. Meaning when it is cloudy here and not that warm it is a little colder on the beach. Hope your having a groovy day. Have a great rest of the day. Bro. Doc
Hope you aren't getting the funky weather where you are
May Your Day Glow With Potential Sparkle With Promise And Shine With Possiblies... Happy Tasty Tuesday My Sweet Friend Enjoy Your Day,Whatever Your Plans Are Razz Always Loves And Hugs, XXOO ~WW~ {Sue}
My Sweet Friend.
