My grandpa rolled his cigarettes. I can still smell the sweetness of the tobacco when he opened the Prince Albert can and gently sprinkled the dark pieces onto the paper. As a child it was mesmerizing to watch the process as his rough hands manipulated the delicate paper.
09/17/2018
Come
Take a seat
Right here beside me
Listen to the creek
Watch the leaves
Get warmed
By the fire
By a cup of hot brew
And by the love I have for you
E.A. Fussell
09/23/2018
Man’s thoughts
Are like a thousand butterflies
Sometimes they are scattered
Distracted
Flitting here and there
Visiting a pretty flower
Then an interesting idea
Over to a fun activity
Back to a pretty flower
Having no real direction
But when his thoughts are
Focused on one thing
One idea
One goal
One purpose
His thoughts can lift him higher
Than he ever imagined
E.A. Fussell
09/09/2018
I travel
Not to escape life
But so that
Life does not escape me
God created
A world of wonder
And through it
I like to wander
Especially through
Those rare spots
Untouched by man
Where development
Has not yet set in
E.A. Fussell
9/7/2018
Old stomping grounds,
Good lookin’ cowmen
Stetsons, boots,
Brown eyes, blue eyes
Big smiles
A live band
Shots of tequila,
A large dance floor….
When is “Old enough
To know Better”
Supposed to kick in?
(Asking for an old friend 😉)
E.A. Fussell
9/1/2018
Come play with me
For a little while
Let’s see what we can see
Throw caution to the wind
Forget that we’re just friends
We’ll transform ourselves
From caterpillars trudging along
To butterflies in a beautiful song
Come play with me
We’ll laugh, and dance
Do something crazy
Take a chance
Maybe we’ll scale a mountain peak
Go swimming in oceans deep
Maybe we’ll explore castles and caverns
Or spend the night shooting billiards
In a local tavern
Come play with me
No expectations
No what-happens-next questions
Just two people enjoying the moment
Living life on a whim
Don’t think about it
Just jump in
Come play with me
E.A. Fussell
08/30/2018
