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Jimmy Windham and Old Moss Back were two names that the town knew well. They'd waged battle against each other in the way most legends were made. The people of sleepy, little Mt.Serat told old Jimmy's story to the children on those calm, breeze blessed evenings just before bed time. They sat on hand made chairs in front of old, false front businesses telling that story over and over. Each time it got a little more dramatic and Old Moss Back grew bigger and bigger with each version. The store ...

Jimmy Windham and Old Moss Back were two names that the town knew well. They'd waged battle against each other in the way most legends were made. The people of sleepy, little Mt.Serat told old Jimmy's story to the children on those calm, breeze blessed evenings just before bed time. They sat on hand made chairs in front of old, false front businesses telling that story over and over. Each time it got a little more dramatic and Old Moss Back grew bigger and bigger with each version. The store ...

"Momma? Where do babies come from?" little Timpani asked from where she sat on her momma's lap looking into her deep, brown eyes. Momma fussed a bit with her hair with one hand. A curler had begun to work loose and teased her brow at the slightest turn of her head. "What makes you ask that, hon.?" "Jenny says that Tommy would've lived if he hadn't baked so long in your tummy." A surprised look flashed briefly across momma's face as if someone had let out her deepest secret over Macy's loud sp...

I shave not by the sunset, nor morning dew. I ride by worn saddle the whole night through. I move by speed of utmost haste, And bust the earth beneath my feet no time to waste! The heat demeans my furrowed brow, Through it's visage I will not bow! Though the miles are many I will not digress, Purely because it's my job as the Pony Express!

Age, physical distress and deformity mow as an antagonist's prey to a sod of a once strong, vibrant spirit. It taunts the onset of age with mild rage against the once invunerable spirit of youth. Joints and bones cry out in symphony to muscles that scream the memories of the past. When is renewal bound as the Phoenix rose from ashes? Joy comes in the morning of faith anew, twisted about the common grounds shared by others of similiar fate and enter twines itself to new optimism from a fresh p...