‘Risky’ was a ‘German Shepard’.. Yankee through and through.. New England born protected midwest corn and gentle hews.. dad went off to city life.. we were West Coast bound.. onto cities plastic.. homefire warmest around..
Down the block played song blues ‘Risky’ each day heard.. sounds of sweet sock it to feelings found in human words.. something like mother said .. something like his dad.. something like a passion found when musky passions stirred..
Something like hillsides Nebraska cold yet sweet and true.. something like my children when sky colors white and blue.. saw a stranger.. calm no danger.. ears went to alert.. something of a music man of pain yet meant no hurt..
Nothing born of fear inside.. no pain born of guilt.. not like those afraid thus made of conscience as time wilts.. ‘Bobby’ was a male child.. in our family.. said to music man ‘I did not think I’d see..
Time of such a friendly way.. from ‘Risky’ of farmland’..
‘Risky’ met someone marking well that day.. played a calm hand.. song
gentle minstrel played.. forever as in never as in always has to be.. a moment held in peaceful love.. a song held true and free..
Thanks to you Wonders of ‘live it as it be.. you growl.. or bark in boredom.. seek to play.. unhung up free.. Peace Tony