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The Mission Statement

I only want a heart that is free.
To be content with life and me.
I want the space and room to grow.
To reap the harvest of seeds I sow.
To live, work, and take care of mine.
And at the end of the day, bask in the sunshine.
To put forth my hand in an endeavor.
To fearlessly move into forever.
To not be held back by hesitation or fear.
To chase down more than just what is here.
To get up and taste what I am made of.
To jump in both feet, into life, happiness, and love.
To build my dreams with my own hand.
And to have the freedom to do and be, as much as I can,
For as long as time and space will allow me.


Sarah Comstock
9-19-2010

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These Old Boots

These old boots have seen their better days.
But day after day, they continue to amaze
Their part of me, as surely as my own two feet.
They’ve packed me around through 
the rain, snow, mud and heat.
Thy are not as shiny or new as some.
But they still are getting the job done.
They are old and worn, but they’ve yet to fail me.
And  if they could talk, oh the story they’d tell me.
They damn sure ain’t much to look at anymore.
Their scuffed, scratched and weather wore.
They’ve stood on concrete and splashed in the mud.
And at the end of the day kicked aside with a heavy thud.
They fit just right and their mine even if the are old.
They kept my feet dry and out of the cold.
Even though the time to buy a new pair has done past.
They make me wish all things were made to last.
Their tougher than the leather their made of.
And worn  with pride and a strange sense of love.





Sarah D Comstock
10-06-2009

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Woman In the Mirror

Sometimes it’s hard to face the woman in the reflection glass.
Because she and I, we so often clash.
Even though she looks just like me.
She is not whom I thought I would see.
Because there are things about her that are scary.
She is the part of me I wish to bury.
But I know one must face fact.
It is often true, I hate the way I act.
The selfishness that builds inside.
The things I have sacrificed for foolish pride.
My words are often quick to blurt.
They are so often out of anger and meant to hurt.
My hands have not always been gentle and kind.
My thinking has been foolish and blind.
Too many times I should have been  strong,
Why is it so hard to say it when I am wrong?
There is so much I’ve done, that I can not be proud.
And it seems too little too late just to say it aloud.
It took a million stuttered words to admit.
I took all I had to sit down and look at it.
Ti took a thousand miles to get to this place.
It has taken me a long time to look myself in the face.
I had to dig deep and face the things I didn’t want to see.
And only then I realized this isn’t who I wanted to be.
It’s hard to really look at your self and see the wrong.
Especially knowing it’s been this way all along.
It’s sobering to face your self amongst downfall.
To see your self, clearly, faults and all.




Sarah Comstock
6-12-08

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Water Under the Bridge

You have my heart and you should know that by now,
But too often, you still find doubt somehow.
Do you really not know, that like you there will never be another?
For me, there isn’t nor will there ever be any other.
No man holds a candle to you. You are a man among men.
When it comes to this heart you win.
Why you think so little of your self I will never know.
Do you  not see the love and admiration I so blatantly show?
Do you not know that I would walk through a desert
Of burning heat, so that I could lay my heart at your feet?
Is our love on ground that shaky?
Do you really believe my love to be so flaky?
What gives you reason to be so insecure?
What more do I have to do for you to be reassured?
I thought by now these childish games would have passed?
How can you not know this love was built to last?
I am committed and dedicated not just for you,
But for myself to see this love on through.
These are the trials that separate the weak from the strong,
This is what decides who will be standing
 at the end of a day that has been too long.
This will not be our defeat, nor our downfall.
It’ just another thing, and we won’t sweat the small.
So just take my hand and let us carry on.
And soon these troubles between us will be all but gone.


Sarah Comstock
6-13-08

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My Morning, Every Morning

Good morning children! Rise and shine!
15 minutes until breakfast time.
Hurry up or you’ll be late.
David!! Do not say the word hate.
BECAUSE, it is not a nice word
No  Sierra, we are NOT getting a bird.
BOY, you are pushing me.
One more time and I’ll put you over my knee.
Sierra!!! ShyAnne! Get out of bed!
Get dressed and brush your head!
No! Not five more minutes!! Now!!
Come on you guys, get in here and eat some chow.
ShyAnne that doesn’t match, well at least change your shirt.
Sierra! Stop! What do you mean your leg got hurt?!
So it  just mysteriously hurts for no reason!?!
David no teasin’. NO TEASIN’
Are you dressed yet?
Why is your shirt wet?
Boy, you have toothpaste in your hair.
ShyAnne. Stop whinning. What’s not fair?
Breathe. Breathe. Big and deep. Breathe.
Sierra! Give it back! What ever it is…. Just.   Give.  it.    Back.
What do you mean you can’t find your backpack?
ShyAnne, get dressed you’ll miss the bus.
No .. I’m… not… gonna… cuss.
Brush your hair. Well do it again, you didn’t get the back part.
No!.. No!…. No whinning.  Don’t start.
No you can’t wear skates to school.
Idon’t know it’s just the rule.
Sierra quit jumping on the bed, what happened to your hurt leg?
NO! no skates at school!! It doesn’t matter how much you beg!
David! DAAAAAAAVVVIID!! Where is your other shoe?
Well son, I don’t wear them so I don’t have a clue.
Well ShyAnne, if you would have went to bed when I said, you woundn’t be sleepy.
What ?  Who ? Who went pee-pee?
Sierra, you look like a clown, get that make up off your face!
Come on guys pick up the pace.
David go change you clothes.
It doesn’t matter which pants, just wear those.
15 more minutes, miss the bus and your gonna walk.
Child! Where is your other sock?
Yes!! You have to wear a jacket! It ‘s cold outside.
Well wear the pink one and don’t leave it on the slide.
Kisses. Bye guys. Have a good day!!
I love you!1 Be good. Learn something today.
Stop pulling your sisters hair and get to the bus stop.
Hurry up you guys! Chop!  Chop!
Well Thank God there they go!!
I miss them already though.




Sarah Comstock
1-25-2010

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Working Class Hero

The working Class Hero

From town to town, all across this great land,
You can see the work of a laboring hand.
Not many know their name,
But in my eyes they are heroes just the same.
From driving a nail to driving a stake.
They have pride in what they make.
From construction to demolition.
They are part of the working mans coalition.
You can’t buy a membership to get in.
These are hard working women and men.
They’ve paid their dues, by the sweat of their brows.
From the factory work to pulling up dirt with plows.
These folk get paid cash , by the hour.
Around here its done with man power.
They have calloused hands and tired feet.
They work on through the rain, sun, slow and sleet.
They know there’s no shame in a job well done.
None of these folks have ever worked for fun.
Covered in grease and their knuckles are scarred.
Ain’t a one of them scared to work hard.
They are the kind who work through the pain.
These folks have never rode the gravy train.
They know the job isn’t done until it’s done.
They are the ones who are up and gone before the sun.
These people won’t do it unless they can put their name to it.
They know it is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.
They pour concrete and  haul hay.
They know what it means to put in a honest day.
They are the ones who are the backbone,
They are Americas cornerstone.
I am proud to be one of the few,
We could use more like me and you.
A few more hours and  I’ll have put my day in,
But don’t you worry I’ll be back tomorrow to do it again.
Even though my paycheck won’t ever have more than a few zeros,
It’s okay because I know I’m one of the working class heroes.





Sarah Comstock
6-15-08

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Papa

He walked me down a broken fence line when I was five.	
He put the soil in my hands and taught me it was alive.
He spoke to me of life, in a gentle voice.
Taught me wrong from right, and left me with the choice.
He boosted me up on a saddled horse.
Taught me the things that would carry me through my life’s coarse.
He took my small hand in his work worn hand,
As  he took me out in the fields and taught me the land.
And there was always a warm smile behind kind eyes.
Smile down at my small face, gentle and wise.
Showed me how to stack hay in a barn when I was eight.
And I can still remember swinging on a cattle guard gate.
And the day he told me someday he would be gone.
The only time in my young life I thought my papa was wrong.
On a wide front porch he told me stories of how life used to be.
And he would say it was a better time, and I would agree.
I still remember climbing up in his lap to sit on his knee.
He was the biggest part of what made me.
A man who taught me to work for everything I had.
He did. They just don’t make em’ like they did my grandad.
In my child eyes he was a man among men.
And I know there will never be another like him again.
These tears I just cannot hide.
For the last good man left, has died.





6-17-10
Sarah D Comstock

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Object of Affection

To be that,
that is the 
object of your
affection.
To feel a 
love that is 
one of perfection.
To be the
object of 
your desire.
To be that,
that fuels 
your fire.
To want 
so that it
becomes 
an need.
A hunger,
in which 
to feed.
A fire, to
no end that
it burns.
A heart that
only yearns.
A life of 
longing.
A wish of 
belonging.
I can only
pray for
such a 
blessing.
My love I 
am now 
confessing.
I would
love you 
for a lifetime.
I would give 
my life to make
you mine.
I pray this,
that my wish
will come true,
in time.



Sarah Comstock
4/2/00

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Listen Child

Make no doubt, it was not something just given.
This good life that I am now livin’
It is one that I have earned.
Mostly through the hardest lessons learned.
Worked from daylight to dusk,
And at night rocked cryin’ babies who fussed.
Done things I didn’t know I could do.
Somehow we always managed to get through.
I’ve poured out my heart and tears,
Kissing their heads and quiting their fears.
I’ve poured out my own blood and sweat.
I’ve worried, stressed and fret.
Spent sleepless nights over a sick baby’s bed.
Rocking her and stroking her head.
Busted my butt, and broke my back
To get a step ahead and pick up the slack.
And I’m trying to show them the way,
One gets mad and the other whines.
But you fit it in between dinnertime and deadlines.
And so you see, it runneth over my cup.
The laundry and dishes, pile up.
Trying to make ends meet, it’s just day to day.
Getting it all done, you just find a way.
But it’s far better than the life I had.
They are a little ungrateful, but I guess I’m glad.
They’ve never been with out a coat,
Despite the whinning of it’s so cold.
And no they have never eaten food that
They had stoled. No, they have never even
Missed a meal, true hunger they will never
Feel. No they don’t know how good
They have it, it is true.
And I pray to God they never do!

Sarah Comstock
12/12/10

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Always, I Am With You

I know this must sound absurd,
But I've  heard your voice before you ever said a word.
I saw your face a thousand times or more,
Though you and I had never met before.
I knew you long before this day.
I knew you’d come to me, I knew you’d find a way.
I have loved you, without knowing you yet.
Because it seems that our souls have already met.
And somehow I know that I was always there with you.
Even before we knew, perhaps to see you through.
Because I have always been a part of you.
Just as you have always been a part of me too.
I have been here with you from the start.
Somewhere inside you, beating in your heart.
And we would be together.
Our lives and love would remain forever.
It was always a part of the grand plan.
It was set in stone, long before our journey ever began.
Ours is a bond that surpasses space and time.
I will belong to you, and you are forever mine.
Even when we have turned to dust, the love stays.
Because in this life and the next, I am with you always.






Sarah D Comstock
August, 9, 2009