Not Much To Say

1-21-2012 Not much to say I walk down a road that’s long,Memories pass as the miles are gone, I can’t even see past the next page ,writing in my book, The roads I follow ,walking and hitching on, I tend to lean toward the West in the summer,North in the fall and South in the Winter, I live on the front side of the wind,right now I’m much settled down,right by the Oregon sea, I write you this letter and ask you please -to consider joining me, I am lost in the white sand,I hold in both hands,almost as in a dream,the sea reaches out, A rolling breeze,the crashing waves,the seagulls flying against the cool blue sky, Tomorrow I won’t know where I’ve been,only if I what I’ve written has been read, Riding on this magic dream.