Our Home Full of Heart to match our Heart Full of Home!

To build the house.
to place a split rail fence around the yard with stone columns on the 4 corners.
the rocks will make beautiful lays for flowers
mid way up the ridge on the east end. a small valley for run off where the slope goes down to create feet,
There a look out, a gazebo. with wood and stone paths. the loam makes for relaxing scents and the sight is beautiful.
from there i will be able to see the house and barn and all the farm.
the ridge will be the serene get away. a walk and a talk.
while the wind whispers to me.
the barn and the house will be,( like sights) in different directions.
Irises dafodils and roses will play and dance on the rock borders.
not just any rose but that of my grandmother rosalee. rare is it and its scent even the taste is sweet.
the black walnuts that still stand will not be harmed by any man.
call it a scent and a taste of my childhood for my children.
peonies and snow balls as well as the old timey lilac.
grape vines on the trelis.
apple, pear, peach and cherry trees.
we already have black berries galore.
Honey suckle here there and everywhere. sweet is its nectar and pleasant the scent also.
The house will be perfectly flawed with all inside and out.
tiny but grand.
Stack stones some interior and most out.
the smoke house i will build as my grandfather did. In exact size and shape.
Identical. for it was he who taught me.
a gathering place for summer and a barbequeing all year round.
the cast pots over the fires and pits in the ground.
the cane pulp pit and and all the stir offs we can have.
hand made quilts for my sons. by there mothers ageing hands.
And beds made from the cherry and walnut here that already lay.
the green fields with dafodils and crocus scattered about.
the white stone glancing up and out.
A treddle sewing machine handed down through the generations.
it will be the focus of gathering.
in the living room. and in the dining i will make great papaw proud and hand make the table
where we bow to the father to thank him and give glory for all.
the rest of the furniture will be antique and each peice will tell a story.
or at least hold one.
My dad, my brother and I used to cut wood for every one. I found the ax we used so it will be signed by us all.
And papaw still has those worn out baccer' knives.
they gave me the old corn sheller as well.
it was fun to play with.
the tobacco baskets are also there they have those old ragedy blankets still laid across em'.
Those old itchy chairs that you made the seat of weaved twine.
I love those old bow blades i still use them. as my grand parents and Cate trent did.
My inlaws actually for christmas finally heard me when i said dont spend a fortune but make it count.
they bought Sam and Virginia Presleys horse drawn plow and old metal cabinet for me.
Cost them only 50.00$ and both work well.
Oh and the old barn will be taken down piece by piece and placed on the interior walls of the house.
Some also will be frames and furniture peices.

Trines

calm and still in movement.
soft and strong in flesh.
firm of mind
willed by heart.
burning white it felt scared
yet not wrong.
No sin but that of hurt.
it hurt then began.
again another state of perfection to try and stand.
knowing off the pedastal the longest of all never ending falls.
grace.
and i stand yet in both in this moment of time and space.
as does he.
perfections are the flaws i have to cry again.
the fear is good.
the heart burns and the mind is being cleansed.
perfection is not perfect but flawed.
it says.
the lions gate is open and now you stand with in.
ferocious is the hunger,
jagged are the teeth and sharp are the claws,
but are you enough to tame the beast with in.

by Amanda Rose Wolfe

I like staying busy and get bored easily!

When my body sets idle my mind runs wild. Then its crazy time.
It's the moments when I seem to have this unwritten list running through my head.
yet mine never have any checks on them. My mind or imagination is always getting so far ahead of me that it seems impossible. The thing is there very do-able! It's just so difficult for one person. I have a hard time finding people who really do find manual labor as exciting as i do. The good ole mud and muck!
Everyone wants a power tool or a back hoe. Nothing has any heart in it anymore. When people say 'cold hearted cash' they have no idea how true the phrase.

An angry people born full of air lacking breath there in.
lifeless .
What a sad sound and sight.
Vial tongues and wars with in
Not knowing the battle is not
the face before ye, but the face 'vale o' death'
Ye have two cheeks and not turn one.
Nie turned one.

The good Sons welp

I live to feed you ,
and I die to free you.

LIVE and LET LIVE.

Cons of Men

This is the lie they sold.
And and rang they loud, the bells of hell tolled
A debt and was agreed to pay by children.
unprepared a beautiful thing was bought.
Nashing and bowing, the devils deeds they wrought.
Quickly steeling a piece of heaven they thought.
They are told to go to a healer of the body and mind,
Oh children the devils sing, you are crazy we find.
Do these things in contract of contrary.
or we will do away with you,
then my devil brother will be your due.
For of him you bought and of me is how you pay.
The childrens pains are growing strong of the toiles indeed.
So a healer they seek.
False is he....
For macic seeds he gives to numb the body and mind.
But mend not the burdened heart.
Before these magic seed i can give,
A contract of mine,
you must sign on the dotted line.
this is the cause and this is the cost.
For keeping you in the company of my first brother.
and from harm of the second.
You must pay me of the first as you do the second.
This will make all seem good again.
The brothers laugh and
say," oh how easy to con these chidren.
They work for us. Us not for them."
Even the brothers knew for the children,
all was free of the earh and of them
They promised no work in the sun.
Thier gold they would give.
Then their produce and products they sold.
All made grown and harvested by the children.
For the brothers entertainment The toils on men three fold
The owner of contracts signed, death and hell IV.

By Amanda R. Wolfe