I am a mother of three, wife of a lineman, and a business professional, living in a rural area. I love riding horses and gathering cows on our ranch, singing, and writing stories, songs and poetry.
I’m going on a long hunt, he told her and you won’t be able to go. I’m going on a long hunt this time and right now I’m just preparing slow. I can’t take too much with me, Just the experience from my past. I’ll take all of my fond memories too! I’m not sure how long this hunt will last. I won’t need a jacket, a gun, or a dog. I hear that’s all provided. I’m a little nervous about the hunt, But I’m also kind of excited! I know that you will worry and miss me terribly I probably won’t be able to check in, But you’ll know exactly where I’ll be. I wonder what the fields are like there… are they open or thick with trees? Will the deer and elk be hard to find Or as far as the eye can see. Are the bison as large as I’ve seen ‘em and the wild pigs just as mean? Are the mountain lions easy to track? Or are they somehow unusually keen? It’s going to be an incredible journey, And soon I’ll be ready to go. I will miss you all so much down here, But will be reunited with old friends and family, you know. Please don’t be sad while I am gone, Just remember where I’m at I will be hunting and fishing with God above And you know how much I’ll love that! So celebrate my life by just remembering one thing I lived my life to it’s fullest by chasing every dream. I thank God every day to have had the opportunity To share my life with all of you, my friends and family.
I’m so sick of the wind… but, it pressured me to write down the words stuck in my head…
I wish the wind would blow the hate away Leaving only love in it’s place Wipe out the riots in the streets Leave nothing, but a world of peace Eliminate illness, starvation, and greed Leave none without everything that they need Tremble the hearts of all man-kind To know that, in Jesus, all comfort they’ll find.🙏
My sweet friend, Renee Koski, will be working her final day at SMPA on Tuesday! She has worked there for 22 years full-time, but 25 years overall. When I worked there I would write poems for those retiring and she would always say she couldn’t wait to read the one I write for her. Well, I didn’t forget…😉 There’s a line in this poem that mentions her jumping a guardrail in a Chevy Blazer. The story behind that is sort of long, but basically she wasn’t used to driving on snowy, slick roads, and she and I were both working in Ridgway on this snowy day. When we were going to head back, she decided it would be good for her to practice 😳 so I let her drive😬. We were going up Dallas Divide and the vehicle started fish tailing, we then managed to make it across to the opposite side of the road where we jumped the guardrail, but the back tires hung up, stopping us from going further. This was the first time I had ever heard Renee cuss. I remember being more shocked at that then even to the fact that we were wrecking. It was quite the event! I managed to stay calm. Once her nerves allowed her to turn loose of the steering wheel, I was able to help her out and some of the lineman and co-workers came to help us. We, later were able to laugh about it. I jokingly called her Railriding Renee for a while after. 😁❤
There’s a saying that I’ve heard before This is how it goes: “I was raised to treat the Janitor with the same respect as the CEO.” Never judge a person by their title, Fancy titles don’t mean a thing Without the people in the background doing their part, To make it all work behind the scenes. The one who emptied the trash, scrubbed the bathroom, and performed building maintenance for a living; These tasks at-hand did not define her, They were just part of the description. She is more than loading and emptying a dishwasher, More than vacuuming every day; She is more than running errands to buy supplies, And assuring everything is put back in its place. I’ve never witnessed anyone Put more pride into their work, Some might have thought she went overboard Removing every speck of dirt; She kept the office in tip top shape, It still practically looks like new; It was easy to take her for granted, But the complaints she had were few; There is more to her than most people know- She’s let very few people in, But I am one of the lucky ones Who is able to call her a wonderful friend; She has a hippie side, You may have already guessed, But that’s only one small piece of her puzzle, So I’ll share some of the rest. Aside from being a free spirit, She also loves to sew; She altered my wedding dress for my big day, She is one of the most talented seamstresses I know. She has the most beautiful handwriting, It demonstrates her care; Her love of dancing will find her twirling Like no one else is there; She loves mountain lions and has always dreamt of seeing one in the wild; She is gullible, exciteable and trusting Like the innocence of a child. She’s not one to take credit, But she’ll give it where it’s due; An introvert, but likes to flirt, And have fun and party too! A mother of 3 beautiful girls, They drove her stir crazy as teenagers; She is always so proud of them and their successes That they’ve found in these years later. A devoted wife, she loves the life that she and Paul have together; Supporting his outgoing nature, and volunteer efforts, Both, always contributing in some way to make things better. She is quiet and soft spoken, But don’t let that meekness fool you, She can get a Chevy blazer to jump a guardrail and I’ve heard her say the F word a time or two. Most of all she is a woman of honor and smartness Whose wild soul is yet to unveil, Maybe now you too, have a glimpse of this gem Whose title never suited her well. ~carla reams 6/24/2020
If I had to choose a few words to describe him I’d say he was salt of the earth. In that he was an honest and gentle human being, With a love for everyone and everything; He was smart, especially with math and farm equipment; He was inquisitive; He had a mild-mannered disposition; A jokester Who never knew a stranger; He loved chocolate And eating breakfast with his parents when they were alive; He loved his mom’s cooking And large family dinners; He had a strong physique; He wore a 2XL shirt, and he liked the button-down kind; His hands were large and worked- Much like his heart; He raised my niece (Amber) as his own daughter, And he spoiled my kids; He always helped out with the horses Or Cael’s 4H pigs; He called Rynn, Rynnie; He’d say, “Whatever Rynnie wants, Rynnie gets.” Corbyn drove him around on the 4-wheeler for hours; They could talk him into anything, Like making them sweet tea every time they asked for it; He’d stop working and just play with them, He was definitely a kid at heart; He liked to drive slow, just like he took life- In stride… Easy going, Never in a rush; His mom gave him a round tuit once He always said he’d get around to it And eventually…. He did, But his priorities were his own And were more about Finding laughter in little things By way of telling corny jokes; Always a “Yes, Dear” to my mother’s eagerness; He was a supportive husband and best friend to her for 28 years; Slow to anger, if ever he got angry I never really saw it… He was patient, He was kind, but not a push over- He could stand his ground when needed; He loved to farm; He loved to have fun; He loved being around kids, And eating ice cream; He helped me move to college then home again; He came and dumped mouse traps for me when I needed; He caught a snake that once found its way into my kitchen And gently let it go by the ditch; On a moment’s notice, he was always there- To help with anything; He talked to animals; He believed in, and had a relationship with God; He stopped to smell the flowers; He could get lost for days in tractor supply or tool stores, And loved spending time at auctions that held farming equipment; He enjoyed the times spent with friends out shooting prairie dogs in the fields; He treasured hunting season because it brought old friends and family to visit; He always asked you how you were doing, But more importantly, He’d listen to the response given; He loved to read, And play cards, And go for walks, And watch Amber compete in rodeos, And drive around with my mom; He was the most patient man, Full of integrity, A beautiful soul; He was salt of the earth.
In Loving Memory of Michael Stuart Morgan 6/12/1956~2/16/2020
Thank you for being the greatest stepdad ever! You’ll always be in my heart!
You remind me of old Ford Broncos Built in 1976; Racing down old dirt roads And finding things to fix. Irrigating for hours Cutting and baling hay; Climbing power poles to restore power And working hard every day. Sledding through a powder drift And side hilling to the top; Backflips off of the old bridge Down by biscuit rock. Hiking for days on end Finding antlers on the ground; Hunting tags and filling them Helping everyone else around. Showing off with a reckless soul Equipment operating and ranching; A special love for raw Cookie dough, Grandma Jackie and Pepsi with ice cream. A work ethic beyond measure No short cuts of any kind; Not leaving much time for pleasure Unless it involves hunting, then you’ll make some time. A smile that wrinkles around your eyes And shows dimples in your cheeks; Flirtatious, ornery, yet sometimes quiet With a tall and hairy, I mean- strong physique. He looks and acts just like you And she’s Daddy’s little girl; There is no other Dad they’d ever choose You’re the best one in the world!❤️ Happy Father’s Day!
Come here boy and let me hold you;
What a great little brother you are.
I wouldn’t trade you for another;
Even if I could wish upon all of the stars.
We could go outside and ride our bikes,
Or maybe play hide and go seek.
I could teach you how to count to twenty,
As long as you promise not to peek.
I will let you take a turn on my big swing,
But only if you hold on tight.
If you fall off, it’s not my fault-
Come on, it’ll be alright.
If you’re hungry I’ll make your favorite snack;
Then maybe we can watch cartoons.
You can play with any of my toys you want
As long as you clean up my room.
We can play out in the playhouse,
Or play ranch with your plastic cows;
I’ll even let you have one of my horses,
I have a bunch of them, anyhow.
Later I’ll read you a Dr. Seuss book;
Fox in Socks is the one I can read.
I’ll turn the pages and show you the pictures.
Would you please listen to me?
Maybe mom can read The Gruffalo;
That one always makes us laugh.
First, let’s go fill the tub with water
And have a nice, big bubbly bath.
After we get tucked in tonight
I’ll be here if you get scared.
We could sneak up to mom and dad’s room;
Just don’t be loud going up the stairs.
You’re the best little brother in the whole wide world;
And my best friend forever, you know.
I’ll always protect you and help you along;
I’ll be there wherever you go.
I stood and watched in silence
as the townsfolk gathered ‘round;
A pine box sitting in the sunlight
Near the mound of dirt dug from the ground.
As I listened to the eulogy
read by the resting cowboy’s son;
I thought, how many memories there must be,
If shared by everyone.
I thought about the stretch of time
the old cowboy’s life had spanned;
And wondered if on this earth,
he’d done all that he had planned.
How many changes he had witnessed
through that stretch of time;
Life more simple trading places with complexity,
Or vice versa in some folk’s minds.
How many bleachers he had sat on
To watch his kids and grands play ball;
How many cows he must have branded,
Too many to count them all.
How many miles he’d ridden horseback
Trailing cattle on their route;
And how he dreamed of being a cowboy
And how he made that dream come true.
When a handshake was a promise
And freedom was his land;
He lived his life as a great cowboy
Riding for his brand.
You may not see Him, but know He’s there,
Like a whispered breathe of sweet smelling air;
A flicker in a candle flame,
A beautiful voice calling out your name;
A feeling of warmth in the blistering cold,
A song in your heart that never grows old;
A reflection in the clouds from the sweet bye and bye,
A feeling of comfort
That brings tears to your eyes;
A peaceful surrounding when you stop and lean in,
You may not see it,
But know, it’s Him.🙏❤
Fall leaves amid the winter snow,
The sun rise brings pink skies,
Shivers from the brisk cold air,
Keeps the fire burning inside.
Deer and elk gathered in the fields,
On the drive to work each day,
Thoughts of blessings fill my soul,
To know GOD shared with us this way.
The glorious wonders of the earth,
A masterpiece from the Master,
Giving us a glimpse of what we’ll share,
In the ever-after.
Family, Friends all gather to eat,
With a feast fit for a king,The gift of each other and feeling so blessed,
It is called Thanksgiving.
People tend to forget the soldiers who come back from war, but continue to battle. I wrote this poem for a special friend, one who fought for our country and now battles those demons everyday.
Let’s not forget these Veterans 🇺🇸🇺🇸
What we sometimes fail to realize,
When a soldier goes off to war;
Even though he may return from the battle,
He’s not the same as he was before.
These changes begin in his trainings
With a statement known all too well;
Ringing out to remind him of his place now-
The wrong side of heaven,
and the righteous side of hell.
Inside he dies unto himself
Starving feelings to numb the soul;
To perform the deeds that must be done
Or serve as an eyewitness to the unimaginable.
The courage displayed is remarkable
The word “Protect” engraved in his mind;
Protecting his country, his brothers, his teammates;
Mission accomplished, time after time.
All the while he bottles up feelings
Ready to execute the next command;
To be empathetic at a time like this
Might lead to suffering by the enemy’s hands.
Where is GOD when we need HIM most?
Prayers turned now to cursing pleads;
The young who die by senseless acts of evil
Innocent victims with needs.
Surely GOD wouldn’t let this happen
The soldiers’ faith now is lost.
Anger rages inside like fire;
Prepared now, to die at any cost.
And just when the battle is over
He returns home, only to fight once more;
This time, a battle from inside his mind
With the lingering remnants of war.
The solider feels hollow and empty
He yearns to feel whole again;
Night terrors erupt out of darkness
Haunting images of death and sin.
He’s unsure if salvation will find him
Or whether or not GOD does exist;
Realizing that there’s got to be reason
He’s lived through the things that he did.
Recognizing now that the world pushes GOD out
And it is us that have to invite HIM back in;
He finds himself down on his knees crying out
Dying unto himself once again.
And as he walks through this journey
He’ll find that GOD never left his side;
HE carried the Fallen solider
And wiped all of the tears that he cried.
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