The sign on the roadside said,

cowboys and Indians, ranches and reservations,horses and buffalo all running free.Dream of the west as it used to bewith stagecoaches and buck-wagonsracing across the lonesome prairiechased by Indians or outlaws.A chuck wagon on a big cattle drive,with a campfire at the end of the day,and a cowboy with a guitarstrumming a lonesome tune well into…

I write to what I suppose are friends,but never get a reply.I telephone with similar results,which leaves me thinkingwhat the hell is wrong with me?I recently started a personal bookcalled my letters to the departedin which I write to late friendswhom would have answered meif they had not passed away.My life has become a sad…

I wanted to take you in my armsand really ravish you.However, you would have none of it,and time marched on and on.Now we are both getting on a bitI still want to ravish you.Only now, I can’t rememberwhat I’m supposed to do.Old father time has robbed me of my memoryand I’ve forgotten what to do.19…

As the years, spin merrily by.Unlike the autumnwhen the flowers in our garden,shrivel and die.The flower in our heartremains constantly strong;right up until our last breathis finally taken away.

and the negative feelings take hold.Sometimes they don’t last long,while other times they stay for quite a while.Then we will do something quite out of the ordinaryand those feelingturn from negative to positive almost overnight.The mountains we thought we could never climbbecome climbable nowand those distant dreams we hadnow become reality.We feel there isn’t anythingthat…

We chop down rainforests here and therenot caring about the wildlife who share it.We fish certain species to distinctionnot thinking what we do.Mother Nature then says enough is enoughand throws us a few warningsto take heed and mend our ways.They come in the shape of violent storms,floods, earthquakes and suchto show us she means business.Still…