http://slow.writerscafe.org/SCOUT914 The original writings of author 914 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128613 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The breakup http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1834381/ Today my annual pilgrimage begins. It's my way of thanking God for the life he saved years ago. When I was a younger man living on borrowed time not that long ago. The view of this mountain is nothing less than spectacular as I drive to the base of this mountain to begin my pilgrimage.Stepping out o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1770778/ I love the fall when the leaves changes colors and the weather cools down a bit . It's the time when the wild life is in a frenzy to gather and store food for the winter months ahead.Our next door neighbor adored the birds and squirrels and often fed them with the feeders she had around her home.One.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1770265/ In the big city it's very crucial to find a good restaurant that is convenient to where your job is .I always like a fresh hot cup of coffee in the morning before I go to work and clock in and to have enough time for lunch at noon to relax too. Now I come   into contact with so many people and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1770179/ As a young boy growing up I never new my father but I do remember meeting him for the first time I guessI had to be  about 13 years old or so,its something that really makes a life's impression on you.Just a couple of years ago ,I just met four of my siblings that I never knew I hadand now I'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1770159/       Opening my bedroom window on this early April morning the cool crisp air brings in a morning chill as it begins to fill the room. Ready to close and bring some warmth back into me a finch colored in brown and grey feathers lands on my window sill and peers in to have a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1769925/ It was to be the beginning of the end for the new frontier when wild mustangs ran wild and free from every part of the land west of the Mississippi. A wild mustang was she standing all of 15 hands or more and a shine to her coat from a distance you could tell who was running this herd of wild mustan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1769832/ I remember visiting my grandmothers home just about every other week or so when I was just a young boy.It was always a thrill to visit grandma for a couple of hours or even spend the night as our parents made a weekend getaway. Now after the hugs and how we've grown so much since the last time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1769404/ Where have all the years gone?  I can still remember when our daughter was born as though it was yesterday. She weighed just over six pounds and wrapped up in a blanket looking nice and warm. The features she had were all of her moms and we were thankful for her having all of her fingers and to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1769212/ The lake was clear that day and the water was very stillThe sun was out and it took off the early morning chill as there could be no-better dayI untangled my line and I put my best lure on for fishing was to be this dayWell, hours have passed and not even a nibble and I was about to call it a dayWhe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1768667/ My deeds were dirty my habits were badI was young and reckless and couldn't carelessTo all the people I loved and the ones I had to faceI ask for forgiveness in this temples placeNow with age comes wisdom I've read it somewhereI would do my life all over again and save me from despair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1768640/ The Raven is a bird of the scavenger kind ,black  and  mystique  the raven is to me. Flying high and above that no one ever notices as he searches for corpses to feed from. An Indian omen when a Raven settles down by a village to long death will soon come before the next dawn. I do se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1768460/ In the mountains lies a remote cabin  made from the trees that cover this land and no ordinary people live this way anymore, all but a handful to this day. The wilderness out here is unforgiving at times and the weather changes in a blink of an eye , Its cold and damp no matter what time of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1768427/ Its an early Easter Sunday morning and its sprinkling as usual and I didn't sleep a wink last night and I thought since I'm up ill just take a drive up to Table Rock . It's a plateau where you can see for miles all around.Its a well known place for all the locals around, but for all the wrong reason.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1767489/ My old friend of 14 years never gave me a problem, not one bit he always came to me when I called for him that was just him my dog Skip. He was only to be mine till a winters end but things change when you get attached to a dear friend . I was In dire need of a true friend when none could be found &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1767384/ Life's full of atrocities its as though human life doesn't matter as it is so easily taken away. HAVE MERCY ON US AS WE BEGIN TO PRAY. Families ,friends and neighbors are lost in the fight or in the way with so many casualties coming in throughout the day. HAVE MERCY ON US AS WE BEGIN TO PRAY. Young.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1767348/  I stand peering in at a glimpse of a man of whom I used to be,to a reflection caught in the mirror thats right before me. The years of fighting battles left to be won, only to be left with scars and broken  limbs in need of mending by some. A hollow shell of a man I see needing to put dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1766790/   I’ve navigated through rough waters of wide oceans and seas. I’ve battled many ships while taking the lives of their captains and crews if you believe. I'd robbed many ships of precious cargo of silver and gold before setting them ablaze as they sink to their graves down below. I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SCOUT914/1766541/