An unpaved road and a calling on the soul, follow the direction it wants you to go, it’s where you find the key to be whole.

Kerri Elizabeth

She was a small girl with a hatchet of her own.

Looking for things to cut up then skipping every stone.

She loved fishing and hooking the worm, she learned to catch at every bend and turn

She lived in clear skied mountains, where the air was safe to breathe.

She walked the forest daily making friends with the trees.

Memorizing bushes and berries and smelling the rivers breeze.

She was carefree and fearless and ran barefoot everywhere.

Running as fast as she could feeling every rock was her dare.

It seemed time was never about the clock, she never cared.

Time was filled with moments and there was no such thing as going around the block.

Space was outside where two rivers intertwined.

Her irish setter Jake was never far behind.

Playing was feeling the earth and learning nature’s real purpose.

Finding frogs and shooting her bb gun over the river was daily fun.

Creating something new was always on her mind.

She would make anything out of something she would find.

Twine and beads, wood and nails, saws and hammers, even leaves that fell.

Records instead of TV lead music to her soul.

Singing as loud as she could was a daily goal.

Making fires was more than heat to her feet.

It started a flame from a ficker she was born to repeat.

Many years have passed now her children are all grown.

Grandchildren came healing her empty nest syndrome.

More years have passed and a longing from her soul.

Lead her to a mountain where the flame would take control.

Two hearts and two lives, two kindred souls.

Finding out that we grew up to find each others hand to hold.

She has found her mountain man the key to her heart.

We will be fishing and shooting and loving our life.

I LOVE YOU ROB JAMES!