I've Been A Thinking

I've been a thinking, I haven't been posting regularly here lately. With life throwing itself at me like my high school girlfriend, I am going to semi-retire this blog until a future date. I will continue posting on my other blog, Wayfarer Walk, the link is below in the good reading section.

Happy trails, until we meet again
Walk

My Name

Dierks Bentley has a song that has become my theme song, it is “My Last Name”. If you haven’t heard it, take a time to listen to it sometime. In the mean time I’ll give you the short version, he’s proud of the name his father gave him, and he’s proud of those who bore it before him. That is why it has become my theme song.

A couple of weeks ago my father passed away, he is my example, my inspiration, my hero. Robert G. Walker was born to a poor farm family, he lived through the Stock Market Crash, the Depression, the Dust Bowl, Served during World War 2, the A-bomb, desegregation, the Berlin Wall falling down, man walking on the moon, Cuban Missile crisis, Kennedy’s assassination, the first Black president, among other things. He went from walking and riding horses to driving all over the nation.

A quiet man who spoke only when he had something important, or funny, to say. Had to have meat, bread and gravy at least once a day and loved lemon pie. It would be safe to say that he spent most of his life outdoors, he worked as a pipe liner and he loved to work in his yard. He loved working in his small shop and became a master at the scroll saw, his art work hangs all over his house, and mine.

He taught me how to work hard and to be proud of it. That action speaks louder than words. To be proud of country and stand up for it. To love family. To be a friend to everyone even those you may despise.

The greatest compliment that I received was in a sympathy card from a friend who didn’t know him, she said that considering the caliber of man I have become that my dad must have been a wonderful man, that he was and still is in my heart, and the heart of all who had the privilege to know him.

Love ya dad, and I miss you.

The Summer Sod House

The sod house was dark and hot in the August afternoon. The windows shut to disguise that she was there, effectively blocking what breeze there was. Sweat ran from her forehead, down her cheek, and eventually runs between her breasts. The soaked shirt she wore showed the soft skn beneath, sticking to her shape like a second skin. Her hair long, wet and stringy, fell to her shoulders and across her left eye. She stared at the door, hoping it wouldn’t open, wishing it would.

She rises from her chair and unbuttons the back of her skirt. She lets it fall to the floor revealing her nakedness that was once hidden. Much better, a little cooler, she thought. She turns the back of the chair to the door and straddles it. This should distract them, she thought, for a minute or two. She runs her hand up her thigh and sighs to herself. She misses him, if he was here, she wouldn’t be in this position. Then maybe, if she’d sit like that more often, he might not leave home for so long.

Footsteps on the porch brings her back to reality. She reaches and picks up her six-shooter pistol and aimed at the door. The last thing he had done before leaving was teach her how to shoot. Now she has her target in her sights, she slowly squeezed the trigger as the door slowly opened. She dropped her gun as she recognized the figure back lit by the setting sun.

“Amanda?” he said, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness of the cabin.

“Hank.” she yelled as she jumped into his arms, the smell of the trail exciting her more as he held her.

His hands moved down to her bare assets, “I didn’t know you were expecting me.” he whispered as he move his hand around between them. He unbuckled his gun, his pants belt and finally his pants and let them fall to the floor. His hand then started to make her moan. He laid her on the table and remembered why he hurried back. Their rhytm began to move the table across the dirt floor where they fell into a sweaty heap as they exploded in utter excitement.

“Oh, by the way,” she said, “Mom has come to visit.

Love Quotes

True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist,
Nor can it be hidden where it truly does.
~ by Anonymous

I love thee, I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold
And the stars grow old.
~ by Willam Shakespeare

Other men said they have seen angels,
But I have seen thee
And thou art enough.
~ by G. Moore

Seduce my mind and you can have my body,
Find my soul and I'm yours forever.
~ by Anonymous

The Gulf Stream - Finally Finale

As Kelli finished the sentence, the shutters on the window started to shake. First just a gentle tap, but then pulled hard against the hinges. Shawn said, "Well, now this should be fun. Let's sing, how about this, Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale about a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port, about this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailin' man, the Skipper brave and sure. Five passengers....."

"Ok, Ok, my stomach is in knots enough already, I don't need to hear a song about a ship wreck." Kelli pouted as she said it.

"I guess singing the Edmund Fitzgerld is out of the question then." Shawn returned the pouted look which made Kelli give a slight smile. She snuggled up closer to Shawn, which didn't bother him at all.

The wind made a sudden change as a high pressure system came blasting down from the North, pushing the storm back out into the Gulf. Soon the wind calmed down and all looked right in the world. "I guess we can leave the tub now," Kelli suggested, "It seems the storm has passed us by."

"Don't be in such a hurry, I'm quite comfortable and if I'm not mistaken, that's Granny I hear snoring through the wall. If she's in no hurry, then neither am I. Besides I want to hear more about your senorita. Hurry and finish it so we can start a story of our own." Shawn gave her his best "come hither" look.

"I left her standing naked at the window didn't I? Yeah, she standing naked at her window, the breeze cooling her. She crosses her arms across her chest and puts her hands on her shoulders. She gazes out on the night, looking at the moon reflecting off the waters of the Gulf that washes up to her door step. She thinks of how lucky she is, living in such a beautiful place, and having someone so wonderful to love. She turns and walks back to the bed. Her lover is laying uncovered on his back, beads of sweat still on his body from their previous love making. She climbs into bed and kneels beside him, watching him breath and admiring his body. She stays there for a few minutes and then straddles him, waking him at the same time. "I love you," she says, and kisses him. Before long they both are sweat covered as the moon's light cast a shadow of their entwined bodies on the wall. The breeze passes over their bodies cooling them enough to keep their passion burning. Go inspire someone else, she thinks, journey to another land and embrace two people and entice them to fall in love. The End"

Shawn said, "Ok, lets get out of this tub." He pushes her off him and onto the floor with a thump. He lands beside her before she could speak and kisses her long and hard. "I really feel like I need to sweat tonight. By the way, the breeze worked on me last year. I'm already in love with you."

Kelli stands and turns toward Shawn. She slowly unbuttons her white blouse that is sweat and rain soaked. Shawn unbuttons her jeans and they fall to the floor. Before long there was nothing between them but their sweat. Happy endings do happen.

The Gulf Stream - Storm Warning

As Kelli finished her last sentence, the breeze turned into a wind. Shawn noticed the storm clouds rolling in off the Gulf. “We’d better get back to your grandmother’s house. It looks like a bad storm is brewing.” They turned around and headed back down the beach walking in their own footprints. The wind was still increasing when they reached the bank in front of her grandmother’s house. “I’ll get her shutters, you go ahead and make sure she’s not too worried. You might check the news and see how bad this is going to get.” Shawn quickly made it around the house, glad that her shutters were hinged and not those that are removable and had to be dug out of some storage building.

Kelli met him at the door. “It’s going to get bad. They are saying sixty to seventy mile per hour winds. Rain by the bucket loads. I hope this old house will stand up to that kind of beating one more time.”

Shawn looked at Kelli as she stood in the cool wind that was coming through the door. The wind pasted her blouse as if it was a second skin, he liked what he saw. “Did the senorita and her lover brew up this storm with the heat they generated last night?” He smiled at his attempt at humor. “If that’s the case, maybe we could make it into a hurricane if we tried.”

“Why, Shawn Melton, I’ve never heard of such a thing. I’m a Southern lady I’ll have you know sir, I would never think of participating in such an activity. Ok, I’d think of it but I would never do such a thing. Hurricane huh?”

Grandma walked in and told them to shut up the door and go to the back bathroon, it was the safest room in the house. They walked into the bathroom and clearly it was the smallest room in the house. “Oh dear,” Grandma said, “There just isn’t enought room for the three of us, I’ll get in the closet next door.”

“No, I will.” Shawn volunteered, but Grandma would have nothing of it.

“You stay with Kelli, she hates storms. I been through worst than what going to be thrown at us tonight. The closet will be fine. I’ll lay down and take a nap, wake me when it’s over.” With that Grandma closes the closet door and makes a nest for herself.

Shawn crawls into the claw footed tub and rolls a couple of towels to put behind his neck as a pillow. He taps his lap, “Reservations for one.” Kelli sat on his lap and laid her head on his shoulder. The steady beat of his heart was comforting to her.

“The senorita stood at her window, letting the breeze cool her naked body. Her lover asleep on the bed snored in an even cadence. She ran her fingers through her long hair and looked out over the waters. I wonder, she thought, who this breeze will cool tonight.”

The Gulf Stream

The Gulf waters was warm this August evening as they strolled along the beach letting the waves cool their feet. They watched as fiddler crabs avoided their steps. The dawn meant distance between them, with these final few hours precious, they weren’t going to rush a thing.

“Perfect night for a walk, the breeze is cool coming off the water. I wonder who it brushed across last night? I imagine it was a pretty senorita with beautiful long dark hair. Her eyes flashing with passion as she gazed upon her lover. Her blouse sticking to her sweat covered breasts, her skirt flowing in the wind. She turns and her lover is there, shirtless, and grabs her in his arms. Their body heat radiating through each other until all that was between them was the beads of sweat that covered them.” Kelli paused in her sudden provocative prose, “I guess they had a good time.”

Shawn looked at her and could tell even in the low moonlight that she was blushing. “That was good, did you just make that up as we were walking, or was that from one of your romance books? Either way, I’d like to hear more. If you want, that is.”

Shawn and Kelli had first met the summer before and hit it off quickly. He was working on the Air Force Base and she always spent the summer with her Grandmother, whom she was named after. She left to finish her last year at Cornell and to graduate, which she accomplished in three and a half years. He had a few years of work to do at the Base before moving on to the next job. They both looked forward to the summer when she would return to Grandma’s house and where they could relight their romance.

Kelli continued to describe the South of the border rendezvous, “Her lover threw the books and vase off the table. He laid her naked body on the cool mahogany wood tabletop. The cool top made her miss a breath, but soon she was back into the rhythm of their two bodies. Two breaths escaped as their passion peaked, leaving them in a sweat filled, pounding heart lover’s mass.”

Kelli didn’t know was just what same breeze would do to them.

To Be Continuned: