Don't break my Heart...

Achy Breaky Heart

Singer: Billy Ray Cyrus

You can tell the world you never was my girl,

You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone,

You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been,

And laugh and joke about me on the phone.



You can tell my arms go back to the farm,

You can tell my feet to hit the floor,

Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips,

They won't be reaching out for you no more.



But don't tell my heart,

My achy breaky heart,

I just don't think he'd understand.

And if you tell my heart,

My achy breaky heart,

He might blow up and kill this man.



You can tell your Ma I moved to Arkansas,

You can tell your dog to bite my leg,

Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip,

He never really liked me anyway.



Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please,

Myself already knows I'm not O.K.,

Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind,

It might be walking out on me today.



But don't tell my heart,

My achy breaky heart,

I just don't think he'd understand.

And if you tell my heart,

My achy breaky heart,

He might blow up and kill this man.

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Hi my friends,

I appreciate all your kind comments to my yesterday's post, thank you!!!

I'm happy, I'm back again to posting and to a great Internet connection, every day from now on. I'll visit your blogs, your sites and FB, SU and all the other social sites now more often than I could before on our travels - it was just not always possible. But, you know my story - and it's not an excuse :)

Just to visit all your wonderful blogs that I do follow is a big job, I think I will reduce this "work" to once a week or so... o.k., maybe twice per week... so be patient and stay with me!

Life is not just blogging, right...? :) We, Dave and I, have to build up a new business too to make the money back in again that we spent on our travels..... *smile*....

I wish you all a GREAT long weekend and see you next week again.

Susanne

Oh, btw... don't forget, tomorrow is "My wordless Sunday" again. Come by and be speechless...*smile*... :)

The Old Mill 1886

We've experienced a historic grist mill on the edge of the Cherokee Indian Reservation. A country store w/ fresh ground cornmeal, jams, country hams, candles and quality gifts. The 1886 room
is full of antiques, lamps, furniture's and quality smalls. The 1930 Gift Shop offers Cherokee made baskets, arts and crafts, Collectors will find Civil War, Indian Artifacts, southern pottery and more.

It's amazing, "The Old Mill" is still working

View from the inside to the spinning water wheel

You can buy all kind of nostalgic items

Coca-Cola on everything you can think about

Or, do you need some "new" refurbished chairs at home?
Will you hang them also on the wall?...LOL...

That Old Mill

is alive in the light of day

harsh wind grabbing
your windpipe, breath of winter-chill

icicle eyes staring dimly
at the scene, leftover pussy
willows as
stiff fingers beside river's bank.

Within view an ancient mill
memories
dulled
by the passage of time.

Images of life return as a photo
album, deer
within shadows
cows flicking horse flies

kids painting the barn and
three dogs chasing.

Childhood is splashing in the
creek, pages from life
a long time ago.

*****

I hope you enjoyed my post about "The Old Mill" in the Smokeys of NC!

See you tomorrow!
oohh...btw, ...comments are always very welcome :)
Susanne