Tree river Sky

There is a wagon of singers following me. They are pulled by 2 mules. I think one mule is deaf and the other is blind.
Both have long crisp ears. The singers are 3 male and 2 female. All are long haired and the men have full beards.
It doesnt matter where I go they are always there. The wagon in which they ride is old. Looks like it is from the 1870's.
One time I came out of a movie and they were waiting on me. They had been having a summer's picnic. The men wear dark coloured suits with vests and hats. The women are wearing flowing dresses. I do not know their names but one is named Paul.
They often sing of the river of our lives and the clouds which shade us from the holy glow of God. If fully exposed we would surely perish and dry up like a dusty desert riverbed. I do not mind the singers and my dog does not either. I am not sure if she knows they are with us all the time. They have a guitar and an harmonica. I do not know the words to their songs or the melodies. I do not know where they go when I close my eyes. All I know is that they are polite and kind and they follow me when I am awake. I would like to speak with them about this life or the next but they are dedicated to their hymns of life and love and God.

Wooden 45s and Ronnie M

Once in every life
someone comes along
and you came to me
it was almost like song
january through december
we had such a perfect year
then the flames became a dying ember
all at once
you weren't here
now my broken heart
cries for you each night
and its almost like a song
but much too sad to write


my grandma used to have this 45 record
and i would listen to it on the wooden record player
in the spare bedroom as a child

funny how you remember things like that...
and why was a child memorizing ronnie milsap lyrics?

Wake up and wonder

Kind Pet

Kind pet ,Kind pet , How are you?