ANOTHER SUNDAY, A DIFFERENT COUNTRY..................DREAMER AND A POSTCARD

Sitting here, listening to Reba McEntire and Kenny Chesney singing Every Other Weekend, and moments later  George Strait guiding me to the River Of Love............well, no complaining about this Country. I SIMPLY LOVE THIS COUNTRY.

I love the dusty streets, the row of trees, all my flowers covered in  bees

Away from the madding crowd, love this morning calm, this cool cool breeze. 

CROSSING THE CHASM.............SATURDAY NIGHT AND SUNDAY MORNING ON A POSTCARD

Survived the night, woke-up this morning  feelin' something, but I don't know what
Gazing out of the window, trying to catch the difference, wishing for a brand new start.
Haven't moved an inch, but my legs seem to have traveled so far
Mentally I am still feeling exhausted , I don't think I can get very far.

P.S - YOU CAN STILL COUNT ON ME, I AM NEVER GOING TO GIVE UP.

SUNDAY,MUSICOLOGY AND ANOTHER POSTCARD

Lot on my mind, sometimes fast forward and then goin' back, tryin to rewind

Another Sunday , here I am , tryin' to listen to all the music that I can find

There's no other way, this is how it's always been , me and my music,right thru' the day..........all the way.

A DOG'S RECOMMENDATION FOR THE DAY........A LAZY POSTCARD

What's this growl about a dog's life? Take it easy. Slow it down. Make the most of your Sunday. Leave that bone for once, and just laze around. Life ain't that bad.

RHYTHM OF THE FALLING RAIN........ POSTCARD AND A WET SUNDAY MORNING

Every time it rains, emotions plenty leaves me all drained

Standing underneath the clouds , all I do is wonder

to the deafening bolt of lightning, all I do is surrender.....Every time it rains.