His mother is wishing her boy would come home.Lots of mothers wishing that these days,while their sons walk to California,where rain comes,and the color green doesn't seem like such a miracle,and hope...
And she knows how to come into a homeand not step on the toes of a ghost.
The way i see it, hard times aren't only about money, or drought, or dust. hard times are about losing spirit, and hope, and what happens when dreams dry up.
The dolphin, they live for today. But I am human. To be human is to live for tomorrow. Why does tomorrow matter? What is important is now.
And I know now that all the time I was trying to getout of the dust,the fact is,what I am,I am because of the dust.And what I am is good enough.Even for me.
To those who swear our young are on the road to perdition take comfort in this- every generation has felt somewhat the same for two or three thousand years and the still the world goes on.
I have a hunger,for more than food.I have a hungerbigger than Joyce City.I want tongues to tie, and eyes to shine at melike they do at Mad Dog Craddock.Course they never will,not with my hands all sca...