–Stories From The Dirt Road

The silence was mesmerizing as the night faded away allowing the dawn to break.  The first wind whispered through the tall pine and oak trees, then one by one the birds start singing from far away echoing deep within the forest.  It was a haunting sound as others joined in, and the morning became a symphony of bird songs.  A crow cawed in the distance, a sad call reminding us that life is both filled with joy and sadness.

I sit here awakening to the new morning knowing I am stronger.  Today I will walk a bit farther having rid myself of the burdens of yesterday.  In the garden, the flowers bloom with more vibrance, the shrubs a darker green and the forest has a fuller foliage with the limbs reaching higher toward the sunrise.

I sit here quietly watching the hummingbirds and butterflies dash from flower to flower, and the cardinals bathe in the birdbath singing and splashing the water.  For now, I think I will sit here a bit longer in my healing garden and grow a little stronger.

There was a time when life seemed hard and at the end of the day you could do no more, yet you knew tomorrow the work would take its toll again.  I am thankful for those days when I had to dig deeper to find that strength to be stronger, but those days have past and I grow stronger with each sunrise.  There is a time when we must give life its due, but that is a place we can leave behind finding our healing garden, and grow a little stronger with the passing days.


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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