THE RAILROAD BRIDGE.,.

Tucked away, far away in time, was a memory she  had almost forgotten..
Something today reminded her of this near forgotten moment in time ..
It helped her remember the person, the young adventurer she thought she
always was ..
You see, at times, when she felt like being alone, she would walk the train
tracks that went right through the center her small town.
She'd walk the now abandon train tracks to the railroad bridge that crossed
the river below.  At that time though, trains were still going through
Her small sleepy town.
She would cautiously, very carefully, walk on each tar pitched railroad ties/planks
between the rails to the middle of that bridge to the next cement pillar.
 Her heart would begin to race with fear that a train
could come at any time.
Somehow, she masterfully jumped down to the cement  pillar below
the railroad tracks.  It was there below the railroad tracks, in the middle of a
river, she could actually sense  the wonder of her adventurous spirit.
Feeling the warm soft summer breeze and hear the sounds to the
river crashing into and against the pillar.  She loved watching the tiny mud swallows
darting in and out of their nests tucked neatly under the bridge.
Those wondrous days always felt as though time was standing still .
It was her sanctuary between rail  and water.
One day she etched their names  for time and eternity..
She wonders ... Has time erased the crude etchings of so very long ago ?
Her world was so very small and love was so very tender, so insatiably sweet..
She  closes her eyes, she can still see it so clearly ..
Yes, time seemed to stand still during those younger years of her life.
Life was so innocent, love was intense and happiness was that first
boy she once loved..
Many years have passed, as quickly as does the river below that railroad bridge.
 Still she can recall that young fresh faced girl who has traveled many more miles through some pretty rocky terrain since that time.
How she wished she could go back in time and tell that young girl
that her broken heart did mend..
She did meet and marry her Prince Charming.  Life wasn't always easy.
There will be some pretty rough  times ahead and that they raised a large family and she worked at a profession she truly loved .  In fact her life was much like walking across the
railroad bridge with those gaps between each railroad tie where she could see
the rushing current of  the river.  It always caused much fear and trepidation for her while crossing, but she always made it across .
She made it through life much like the brave adventurer she always thought she was when she was so young.
She would tell her younger self that her life turned out better than she had ever hoped it would.. This one valued lesson was for certain and she can proudly say .. out of the fear and through life's adventure, she had never gave  up on herself .

PatsyMcNutt Morgan
06/28/14

My thought of the day...

In the midst of turmoil,
happiness and life..
There is a poet interpreting
with context.
Patsy McNutt Morgan
07/20/13

WHERE NATURE HOLDS COURT...

WHERE NATURE HOLDS COURT ...

Sometimes I  want
to close up shop,
To run away,
To make it stop..

Leave the sounds
of misery behind..
To hear the sound
of butterfly wings,
the gentle whispering
kind..

 I 'll breath in the freshest air,
I'll soak in the noon day sun..
They both unshackle
each care and woe, until
their work on me is done..

It's like a dream that
all came true..
I'm basking in its
wonder..
To walk where nature
holds its court..
 I want to stay
Forever...


Patsy McNutt Morgan
04/08/14
Revised 06/20/14

My thought for today...

Even though some of you don't comment

on my posts..

STILL, MANY OF YOU DO!!

I very much enjoy bumping into YOU

when I'm out and about.

 Usually Lar-Bear is with me and YOU 

seemed genuinely pleased to meet him

and tell him that YOU feel

 like you already know him through my many posts

I've shared about him.

Today I just want to tell you ALL 

how grateful I am to have YOU as a friend.

More importantly I appreciate YOU putting up 

with me.. I know how very annoying I can

 be at times on certain subjects and opinions..

Still YOU stick with me through it all.. 

Today I just want to let YOU ALL know 

I LOVE YOU 

( posted on 06/19/14 on Facebook )

SWINGING TO THE MOON AND STARS...

When I was just a little girl
so many years ago..
No fear of my tomorrow's,
my fantasies in tow..

I would love to swing..
I loved to swing so high..
To the moon and stars,
I imagined I could fly..

The hills before me would
wrap me in their splendor..
I imagined I was beyond those
hills swinging, beyond any
earthly pleasure..

High, much higher,
beyond solid ground,
beyond  the stormy sea..
Excitement  lifted my spirit
to the moon and stars is
where I could see into eternity..

Imagination is a gift, a gift I still
use to dream, I use to forget..
That swing took me far away
from the realities I still often regret..

Age has not taken that
little girl inside of me ..
I'm swinging in my starship..
Off to the moon and stars..
I'M FREE...

Patsy McNutt Morgan
Revised on 06/16/14

THE WIDOW...

THE WIDOW...

She said' "I don't think physical
pain is worse than this"..
She gently dabbed her
eyes as she reminisced ..

The woman stood stoically
as a "friend" asked
How she was in passing..
The question was lifeless,
without heart or meaning..
Just to say something,
not sincere or lasting...

You see it's been years since
She lost the love of her life..
Her loss is still as fresh, as if
she'd been stabbed with a knife..

The uninterested "friend" just smiled
and callously went on her way..
Why, she thought, did she even
bother? I would have loved her
To linger awhile and stay..

Her days are now filled with
torment of loneliness and grief..
Hours spent alone even in a
crowd walking on down a street..

Oh, she wanders out and tries to
reach out to others, to mingle..
But very few understand her loss...
She used to be a couple, not a single..

Her thoughts go back to when they
were young, raising their family.
The memories and her dreams of those
precious years is what keeps her sanity...

 Her life is a life that she thought would
never be, nor did she even consider..
The years of happiness clouded any
adverse reality actually happening to her..

Today she looks up to see the clouds as they
drift lazily against the dawn of a brand new day..
Her gait is a bit slower as she walks down
the path.. Her thoughts are the memories
where she wants to live again and stay..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
06/13/14

BLISSFUL SERENITY...

BLISSFUL SERENITY

I have no place to be
I have no where to go
Contented in stillness
Satisfied with quiet
Listening to my heart
Learning to love
Thinking about life
Fascinated by a thought
Smiling at a memory
Puzzled by words
Perplexed at simplicity
Relieved by forgiveness
Subdued by Gods love
Cherishing life
In awe of creation
Amazed by wonder Changed by prayers
Grateful for beauty
Knowing is believing
Touching is feeling
Seeing, knowing
Simple pleasures
Blissful serenity ....

Patsy McNutt Morgan
05/29/13
Revised 06/09/14

A SIMPLE PLEASURE...

Once I'm on my bike,
I want to ride forever..
Never feel exhaustion..
It's when I feel superior..

To ride along a coastline
or on a tree lined road  ..
To listen to the waves crash,
Its like a secret code..

To breath in scented flowers
on every tree or bush..
To ride into oblivion..
Slowly, I'm in no rush..

Enjoy the sights, the beauty,
with every sunlit mile..
To rest in thoughts of wonder
 as I ride my bike in style.

It's such a simple pleasure,
it gives me such a thrill..
To ride my bike forever,
to conquer every hill..

For now l'll ride with limits
that my body can endure..
I'll dream that dream of
conquest .. Until I can
For sure..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
06/08/14

WHO IS SHE?

WHO IS SHE??

Who is this little old lady, who comes and visits daily ?
She stops by every morning and always  stays too late ..

I see her in the mirror or as I pass a window glass..
She stays in stride with me ..
God knows I try to pass ..

She's crazy as a coot, she laughs at all my jokes..
If I didn't know much  better, she's related to MY folks..

Her hair is getting thin and she colors it ta-boot!!
What ? She thinks it makes her younger?
I've got news ...
IT DON'T !!

Her boobs are long and saggy, her lips are creased and deep..
She is older than she thinks,
My gawd,  she's such a creep !!

I try with all that's in me, to ditch "Granny Tag a Long"..
But everywhere I turn, she's right where I belong..

" Oh my goodness Gracious"
" Oh My  Stars, good Grief"
For me there is no rest,
For me there is NO PEACE!!
  (My gawd, she talks like me)...

She's with me all day long..
She's with me night time too ..she seems to know each clue..

So tomorrow when I wake and  start another day ..
I am hoping she got lost,
It is all  I want and  pray !!

Patsy McNutt Morgan
09/15/11
Revised 06/05/14

THE ROAD...

THE ROAD ...

I've tried to keep
you on a good save road...
You turned away,
"I'll travel alone"...

You've chosen again
another turn..
The one you've chosen
has disastrous curves...

The uphill path,
it has twists and cliffs...
I fear you'll fall,
it's so treacherous ...

I tried calling out,
I yelled your name..
I warned of evil..
This is not a game..

You've lost your way..
So pray, I do..
Please hear His call,
He loves you so..

You're that one lost sheep
 the Shepard seeks..
Through rain or shine..
Through valleys and peeks..

Be still my son, please
hear Him call..
He gave himself, He
gave His all..

His rod , His staff,
shall comfort you ..
To direct your path,
He loves you so ..
Ps.23:4

("I am the good Shepard .
The good Shepard sacrifices His life for His sheep".
John 10:11)

Patsy McNutt Morgan
06/02/14