Had this running thru’ my head and am not sure it gets out mt meaning, but I think it’s close enough to put on here for evaluation.
out there there’s always been a class of folks since mankind came along who didn’t quite fit in with the rest couldn’t quite sing that song they were always feeling crowded by those who lived nearby chose to live outside the village closer to earth and sky some would call them loners must not be right in the head if they didn’t stay closer to the village they’d one day wake up dead! from the dangers and the bothers that caused mankind to band together at first I suppose the saber toothed cat or perhaps a change in the weather many people feel more secure if they have others to watch their backs they willingly give up their independence prefer to live in civilizations tracks but the others always felt sort of itchy when they got crowded by the mass they preferred to take on the risks alone and there’s always been that class of people who are just like them tho’ they sometimes run together by two and three’s and even fours scorned silk and invested in leather the exception was times of war but as soon as the battle subsided they’d soon scatter out yet once again tho’ their lifestyle was derided they’d head where wilderness begins those places the masses never went where mankind didn’t intrude quite so much where natures rule was spent with room to follow your beliefs tho’ the existence was pretty raw throughout history they’ve been called many names uncivilized, ignorant, outlaw wanderers, wastrels and strangers tho’ the pay sure wasn’t grand they have made their way by many means all scattered across the land seldom an organized group tho’ they’d work together for a time the fur trapper and cowboys and even sheepherder all followed natures rhyme they are still amongst us today these loners of all ages they have always taken on a different name depending on existence stages no urge to group in large bunches they are self reliant and proud tho’ their life span perhaps is shortened by this they refuse to follow the crowd still, once in awhile they gather to talk and laugh and spree to be with others who feel this very same call in this honest camaraderie so call them throw backs or culls the vagabonds who choose this life who still carry their weapons and tools with them their wisdom, wits and a knife a salute to these modern day knights be their preference horse or bike it doesn’t matter their outside attire they unfurl similar banners on a pike here’s to you and me, my friend your very presence makes the soul grin so let’s visit and party and spree for a time ‘til we meet on the river again! rdennis 8/2011
Awesome, JB! I love it!
Well said JB, Its great.
I like it!!!!! ……(applause)
Glad you all enjoyed it.
Very Nice, JB, you do that very well.
Thank you! Hope you guys are having a better day today!
little “intense” for an ole puncher, but I think I get it…………………………… 🙂
Good one!
Robert ….you have done a great job of catching the rural notions about life….especially east of the bridge ……………
Thanks Connie, I appreciate that!
Love it JB. Been one who could always relate to that “hankerin’: