The Country Twang

The simple life... I have grown up on a farm and occasionally dream about having one when I am older. I hope that at the very least I will be able to visit some friends, my old home, or someone that may be away from things if I don't have a place like that myself. This simple life isn't always an easy one. And there is so much more to do and explore in some ways in the country than people take advantage of. I loathe the teen that sits on his a** and says "there is nothing to do". I used to hear this as a kid from a friend or one of the brothers, sisters, nieces, or nephews that lived with us. The bottom line is that it simply isn't true. Anyway the things that are there to do can be so pleasing; sitting out on a porch, playing some music as the sun goes down on your instrument. There is no one to bother you with "that's kind of out of tune" or "can you play something else?" If you are really there then you are able to be at peace. That is what it is about in some ways, being at peace, being able to reflect. So that is my fantasy of today. I hope that soon I will be able to sit out on a porch and play my guitar with a ice cold Killian’s Irish Red, perhaps with a friend if we are on the same wavelength. He can bring a fiddle, harmonica, mandolin, something. I look forward to that sunset.