I can't bring back the time when you and me where tied at the hip. We could set our watches to the same second and know each other's foot steps. Remember our adventures up Stone Creek and the hollowed tree…

She pulls the ribbon from her hair, looking both directions to see if she's alone. The wind casts a slight breeze through the trees. Rippling the water on the pond, she steps through the tall grass as her feet get…

I ain't the sharpest chisel or the straightest pin. I've been nailed to a board and pulled out again, pounded with a hammer to straighten up the bends. The course has always wondered, reaching out to the ends. I may…