Troubadours Of The Lost Highways

–The Troubadours Series – Part Two

The Writer

The Writer may with words enchant us with the beauty of the sunrise coming up over the ocean turning the water into a collage of colors both bold and soft.  Within those words, you might hear the waves crashing the shore, and the gulls calling from the vibrant sky.  For that moment you feel as though you were there walking down the sandy beach barefoot and at peace within your spirit.

The writer’s words often awaken the memories from a time long past.  Memories that remind us of a place where we can still take the dark moist soil in our hand and know it’s good dirt, a place where you take joy in the harvest season, and most of all the feel of dirt roads on your bare feet.

Sometimes the writer doesn’t have to walk far to be amazed, sometimes inspiration is a stone’s throw away.  You only have to stop and listen to the quiet to hear the whispers of untold stories, forgotten memories, and friends from long ago.  It could be an old abandoned house, a guitar with rusty strings, or a long stretch of road that seems to reach forever beyond the horizon.

The writer may find the words that create the story we love so much that we can’t put the book down.  We stay up late working our way to that final chapter, that final page and with a deep sigh of both relief and great sadness we close the book. We want more but we must wait for the writer to be inspired again and the new words become new pages and in the end a book.

It is often said that the true writer will start with a blank sheet and write of life itself.  The words pile high as the writer looks at the keys and lets the words flow to the page like pieces of a puzzle falling in place and life writes its story coming through you and not from you.  Some say it is a gift, a talent, and perhaps writers are the vessel that hold the works, the stories that are truly from life.

In the end, our words, regardless of where they are from, will become words reverently wrapped within a leather-bound book, cherished and kept on a special shelf by the window always within reach, memories from the Book Of Life.

Life gifts us with poets, writers, storytellers, artists, and troubadours.  They are the chosen few, a band of hardcore troubadours that travel the lost highways together. They sit and stare at the blank page at 3 a.m. in the morning waiting for the poem to awaken so that it may be unleashed.  It will come, maybe not tonight but the poem and the poet will in time reveal its secrets.

When the night comes, we will all gather at the Writer’s Café, sharing our stories, writing sad songs, and putting to canvas the lost highway.  Perhaps we might even find the shadow dancers and secret gardens of legend.


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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    • Charlotte, thank you for your kind words. Sorry for the delay in replying. I am having a story avalanche going on. I can’t write them fast enough.

  1. I loved this piece and it caused me to look at the many journals filled with stories, journals that are currently collecting dust, but ready to have the dust whisked away to remember memories all over again.