WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Out in the Middle
byVanderleunonJuly 8, 2022
16 Then let them which be in Judaea flee into the mountains:
17 Let him which is on the housetop not come down to take any thing out of his house:
18 Neither let him which is in the field return back to take his clothes. — Matthew 24
Everywhere you look things are getting more strident. Never a good sign. But it is, after all, a sign.
There’s an old rural route two lane
Take it out past where the radio just can’t
Past a river bridge with a rope swing
And a mailbox painted all John Deere green
The end of a buncha gravel driveway
Out here doin’ our own thing
Out in the middle
Where the hard work meets hard living
Out in the middle
Where we’re grown ’til we’re gone God willing
Just some good ol’ boys and good ol’ girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
And getting by on just a little
Out in the middle
Come Friday we come undone
Stay half lit like the high life neon
Barely hanging on like sheds in the pole barn
You can hear Hank clear cross the next farm
City folk say we’re crazy
But they’ve ain’t never been way
Out in the middle
Where the hard work meets hard living
Out in the middle
Where we’re grown till we’re gone God willing
Just some good ol’ boys and good ol’ girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
And getting by on just a little
Out in the middle
Of nowhere
That’s where
I wanna be
In the old oak shade
By the family graves
With the southern ground on me
Out in the middle
Where the hard work meets hard living
Out in the middle
Where we’re grown till we’re gone God willing
Just some good ol’ boys and good ol’ girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
And getting by on just a little
Out in the middle
I decided I couldn’t follow my artwork to NYC this September. (I did get in). My son has his 21st birthday, and I my 64th, when the opening occurs. I just read how NYC is going back to masks indoors. SMH.
My hunting buddy introduced me to throwing axes. It isn’t hard at all but know your pace and how far for each revolution, head over handle. Now I want a set but they must be perfectly balanced.
I had to retire my compound bow. For one thing, the Whitetail have dried up to a trickle, and my back won’t handle the stress anymore. It was fun and I did get that one, sweet through and through heart shot on a buck. We still have Mulies, and elk are filtering in, The Whitetail will be back someday.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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That’s America, right there.
I decided I couldn’t follow my artwork to NYC this September. (I did get in). My son has his 21st birthday, and I my 64th, when the opening occurs. I just read how NYC is going back to masks indoors. SMH.
My hunting buddy introduced me to throwing axes. It isn’t hard at all but know your pace and how far for each revolution, head over handle. Now I want a set but they must be perfectly balanced.
I had to retire my compound bow. For one thing, the Whitetail have dried up to a trickle, and my back won’t handle the stress anymore. It was fun and I did get that one, sweet through and through heart shot on a buck. We still have Mulies, and elk are filtering in, The Whitetail will be back someday.