I didn’t feed the birds today 

Something came up 

Drug me down 

And that’s where I’ll stay 

I noticed the rose on your box 

Before you woke up 

As I walked to town  

No alarm clocks 

And I didn’t buy…

This morning seemed longer 

Than all  the ones before 

So I went down to the station 

And sat by the door 

The travellers were plenty 

But didn’t notice a thing 

Lost in my memories 

I missed the first train 

And…

A lullabye of raindrops 

Dance on the rooftops 

And it doesn’t dull my cry  

Lances stop the firefly sky 

Will you be true 

When what you need 

Fills the blue 

Then cuts and bleed 

Wash it all away 

In the…

This was inspired by a friend's sharing of a special place for him and upon research, learned of how many people call this dear mountain their home.

Pine Mountain Prayer 

Won’t you take a roam with me 

Wander Laurel Branch…

Thank you for your support over the past year. 2020 has been a rough year and we have all prayed and relied upon one another to see us through. The coming year will see joys and strife, and we must…

Just another empty bar 

Dusty tables. Unchalked cue 

Just another empty bar 

No rocks and ain’t no whose who’s 

And I don’t know, who you are 

I can tell you paid you’re dues 

I don’t know who you are 

But…

Wake up, moon shine 

You’ve cast your spell on me 

It’s been a dark, dark night 

But I can finally see. 

Wake on up, moon shine 

Won’t you show your silver soul 

I had to walk downtown 

In a smile…

I didn't make a post for Decoration Day, although everyday I am thankful for those who made the ultimate sacrifice for freedom. I wrote this song and my dear friend, the late Kent Bilbrey arranged and recorded it. He. had…

This is a cd project my wonderful friend Scott Nelson is creating. The cover art was just completed by Clint Adams. One of my songs appears on this cd. I wanted to share it because some of you havFrom e…

something different that I jotted down....

1936

Come with me, to the picture show 

We can walk there in the Tuesday snow 

Greta Garbo, something we’ve seen 

Not sure whose going to light up the screen 

Mama’s listening to Bob…

Shine 

Sterling lines on  the roadway 

Like a thousand twinkling stars 

And you tried to make me stay 

In those winter days of ours 

Now my time is almost spent 

My hand was never enough 

It’s hard to say what…

This is one I wrote back in 2014 about how the giving season seems to end after the holidays...be sure to always look out for others, no matter the season. The late Kent Bilbrey recorded his version of this song…

One December night 

I saw a paper doll 

Standing in the rain... 

And I couldn’t believe the sight 

The storm did not at all 

Tear her apart in vain... 

I knew her from some other time 

Back when we were…

Have you ever walked past a building or church and could hear what was happening inside but felt too awkward to go inside? Like you did not belong, yet you had as much right to be there as anyone else…

I am working on some new songs and new site updates...please stay tuned! As always, we appreciate your support!

I wrote this after the 9/11 tragic act of terrorism happened. I am sharing it by request. Thank you. May we all continue to pray for one another as we still stumble through the horrors of that day. 

Mourning Sky  

…

His hands were rough and ragged 

Working carpenter by trade 

Carving out his lonely world 

In everything that he made 

He strummed softly on his strings 

After hours in the sun 

And watched the full moon rise up 

Another day…

Happy August everyone! Here is a video that Scott Nelson created of our new song, Old Barn! I hope you enjoy it! God Bless Scott and I thank him for all of his hard work!

Here is a new one I wrote. rather rough, needs some sparkle still...

While this old city is under stars 

I lie awake, wonder where you are 

Fire dances with the old north wind 

Took my chances on you again 

…

I wrote this one but I can't really come up with a title other than "a messy song." haha! Hope you enjoy the story. Thanks, as always, for your support! 

He boarded up the ol' bait store 

Put a lock…

A friend told me I needed to record some of my writings, so this is a rough recording of The Cherokee. Thank you for listening and all of the support, dear friends! 

When sunshine rusts into stardust 

Turquoise beams into indigo dreams 

With brier by her, she spins her spire 

In the forest  you must trust 

Her schemes of silver seams 

Foxfire admires her silken wire 

Focused, she hocused the unjust 

The…

Way back, well...way, way way back in 1989 I wrote the following poem. I was a freshman in high school and into dark heavy metal music. I wanted to write something that had depth and spoke of something other than…

Last night I got a wonderful surprise from Gene Blair! He arranged and recorded something I wrote called A Time Will Come. Gene is so creative and has won so many awards for his work. I am blessed and humbled…