my place

My home away form is is not just a spot but it is where the wind is slowing flowing past your face the cool air after a while starts to stings the end of your finger tips. There is fog that rises up from beside and after a few hours makes you moist to the touch. Whippler Wiles howl and wheeping willows flows to the ground, I had one chair that sits underneath the dripping willows and it is almost silent. the sounds of bullfrog croak and startle me. freshly cut alfafa makes my body and mind back to a simple time of day. Its the smell that just makes my body feel better. the sun slowly is creeping over the bluff and a turkey goobles as he wakes up from his long nights rest which starts a event of owl howling and birds slowly flying past me. The cruch of leaves begin to crackle as a squirel bounces around looking for his breakfast

squirells runing and flying between trees. The river water flowing and fishing jumping in the air  and splashing back to the water. A Bluff the sun worms and crickets bouncing around. I can see clover patches and a fence in the dintance when i look to my left leaves take over my sight but there is one cow out by herself eating her morning crass. I can see an old tire to the right of me and a rabbit eating the clover next to it when a springsis flowing from the top of the bluff down on top of the rock and working its way through the rock i can see the moss on the rocks where the water flows and i see bvinces and sycamore trees behind me the dirt on my fingers tips make me feels at home like ive been climbing all morning there is a deer and her fawn across the river just hoppoing a fence to start there breakfsast and  three of four turkey are flying down from sycamore trees

Leaves crunching fishi slapping trhe water bullfrog croak i can hear the water falling five or six feet from the rocks and the cow that is all by her self she is crying out for somewone come and find her like she is lost band know one even cards in the distancei can hear the trukey goobles and the sound of there wings opening up for the first time that morning an owl calls back to the turkeys and makes the feel welcome. No cars make a sound there is nothing or miles I can hear birds chirping back and for and the sound of quail grabs my attemtion the bob white call is answered bac k and forth and bakand forth every 30 seconds the winds is slowly moving the leaves on the whipping willow and making them touch together and make a small purr like a kitten but when the wind picks up it begins to whistle.

the slimmy moss of the rocks slide through my fingers and make them moist with the cold spring water. The leaves are like fall when i reah down to pick them up the crumble in my fingers and make become like powder. The whepping willow tree has leaves that are always green and they are still dammp forom the dew that morning they slide through my finger5s and glide as thought they had gel on them on the ground is covered in the small grass and short dew still covering it when i reach down the tie my shoe a crickets lands on my hand and the a butter fly on the top of my head I can feel the wind as it begins to pick up and then i can feel the sun blasting my face as it forces it way through the fog of that early moring . My lawn chair behind me is becoming weak and frail but still has the feel of worned down pair of blue jeans to it

the water in the breeze i can smeell the fresh cut of alfafa hay when it just engulfs your nostrills and make it like i could sleep to I can smell the smell of rain you know when the clouds roll in and its just that time of day and the atmosphere gets a little colder its going to sprinkle on us a little bit. I can smeel the cattle and what has to be coming from the barn a mile away. NO other changes hit me beside =s maybe the smell of thie cigar i hae in my mouth I can smeel it as meets the dew and the fog of the morning and i can tell that nothing else is going to matter th3e smell of the alfafaf oavvverwhelms my nosrills and sits me back down in the lan chair.

The only tast that i have is the ciar in my mouth it is a black and mild winde kand it is just delicious i dont quite know why i enjoy it so much but when the sun reaches over the top of the bluff which i s behind me and the river is flowing it just seems right When Im done with it i go down to the spring and I grabe my cup and ill it with the water flowing over the moss when i take a drink it feels like an ice cubes is flowing through my toung adnd i can get ahit of limestone and grass in it know that this is just water flowing over a rock i was not expercting the best tast in e the world or anything. IWhen i grahb a berry from the tree beside me a sour and sweet takes over my tounge is trying to retract like when i ate my first warhead I can taste a Sour after taste it so sour that i have to run back to spring to flood my mouth with soumething elseand when i get ba k to rivers edge I can taste.

This area is my spot where i take the load off. When i can sit down and know that this  is where i could lay down an d dies gecause imam content for once. This are is down by river on my grandfathers land I use to go down there and just contemplate whho i really am or why i am in this world. This sport is quiet I caught the smallest and the iggest fish of my life here. Ive went days where nothing would ev en touch my luere and then there are days when i could barely get it in the water and ia fish would be on it. I can remeind one day walking down the bluff and crawling over the rocky spring and realizing that my chair was gone that the last flood had washed it away and though to mysrlf what in the worl am i going to do. SO i sat down t the river and contentempated i trhew rock s across skipping them to and fro trying to see just how many time the would skip across it wasnt an amazing day it was a little cold and i did not have the right kind of attire on the be walking in the river so when the time and i needed somewhere to sit I grab the rocks on teh river and began to create a chair.