It's Almost High Noon
Woody sits alone...
with a silent stare
The street is empty
Terry and Gar.....
won't be thar'
With his hand on his chin
...while in his head plays...
"Do not forsake me, Oh my Darlin'"... ~ Faye
...yet Woody never fears
the memory of time
shared.
The wailin' bluesharp... of war.
.......that always seems to be playin' somewhere.
Time and trouble don't bother him.
He lived the answers.
He was there. ~ Cal
So Woody sits without a care...
Smilin' through the small battles here
Being glad it's just Brothers squabblin'...
..and not Viet Cong after his hair... ~ Faye
Brothers are just
...well!
Brothers!
......and time helps them to gather themselves...
.. then move on into the reality of living beyond the pain of
youth..!
Woody smiles..!
He is at home.
The world needs to listen
as Wood
...would! ~ Cal
For if a heart speaks to a heart
...as only a heart could
Healing can start anew
here in this place...
.... called SafeHaven II... ~Faye
Thanks...............................................................
...................to................................................
.....................................YOU! ~ Cal
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