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Night Songs – Visiting My Younger Self

I wonder where you are on the lost highway tonight.  Perhaps you are down some dark lonely road many miles from nowhere.  Some say it is a sad place, but the night sky is alive, the stars sparkle and shine.  A sight seldom seen in the bright lights of the city.

In the distance a night bird sings its song, a bittersweet song; yet somehow it touches the soul.  It is a song heard only on the lost highways.  Would you be surprised if you heard me walking toward you, boots crunching on the gravel?  It is the sound of many miles traveled.  Shall we embrace the night and walk toward the dawn.  It is a dirt road far from any highway.  The dirt road is a place I come back to often.  It is a place where, as a child, I played with toy trucks and ran in the field, my old dog in tow.

I am a man now and the dirt road is a story told and a long way from where I am now.  Yet I always go back there.  It is funny in a way how I knew you would be here.  The dirt road holds a story for us all to hear, and it is the place where my story began.

It will be light soon so come take my hand and walk with me for awhile.  There is no need to fear the night; for, without the night, there would be no dreams.  The night gives us rest before the dawn awakens us to a new day, and the night songs become like dreams fading into the morning mist.

Let me tell you about my old dog and how he would follow me to the fishing hole.  Let me tell you about the footsteps that were hard to follow, but do not be sad it is only my story and it is only one story.  I have many happy stories about blue skies and sandy beaches, about being in love and walking hand in hand.

However, this night is not yet over; we have one more lost highway to find, one more story to tell.  They say the night whispers her stories to us so that we might find the poet’s pen, but you and I know that the poet writes the poem.  In truth, they are heart songs, not night songs.

The dawn is near, the new day approaches, and I hope that you remember our time together and the stories we shared.  Perhaps I will see you once again on the dirt road and we will have new stories to tell.

Point Of View

Stories are best when they are shared.  We learn by listening and sharing tales of our journey.  Each of us has a story to tell, a bit of knowledge to share that will help us along our way.  In life we are all pilgrims; all seeking that thing inside us that will take us closer to our desired goal.

For me, I love the journey.  At this stage in life, I love the back roads and forgotten places.  I am happy to sit by a stream listening to the sound of the water.  I am always amazed at the sunsets and the brilliance of the night sky.  In my quest to reach my goals and be a successful businessman I came to find that I truly need very little, and the little I need is always abundant.

I often go back to the dirt road seeking my old self-wanting to say it is ok; we did well in the end.  We knew love, happiness, and found things in life that were good and fulfilling.

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Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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  1. Where roads converge I have seen you walking as well. Maybe not at the same time of day or in the same direction but always walking, searching and noticing all of life that crosses the road before you or as you’ve just passed by seeking that adventure only a long dusty road can provide in a tale.
    Another great look at life from the eyes of a storyteller.

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