How many miles must I go ? A thought that occasionally crosses my mind. It seems I’ve walked and walked as though I’m standing still. Maybe I’m walking through a bog. In the quagmire of life’s indecision’s and disappointments awaiting to swallow me down in the merky black ink. Still I wonder how much fuels left in the tank. Trudging ahead, on ward I go. Yet again how many miles must I go ? Those words echo from within. A good life lived. Built up a legacy from these dusty fields. Raised up a family and sent them out into the world to carve their own path. How much more do I have to give? The comfort in knowing that the job here was coming to an end. Knowing he did the best he could. Knowing everyone was well taken care of. So when the thought (how many miles must I go ? ) crosses my mind, I push on. I still have miles to go, and much to give.

Jamie Whorton ©

Photo by Jamie Whorton

Part of me wants to go out, and explore the world. See the things I’ve never seen before. Travel throughout this land. Sail these oceans. Discover the vastness the world has to offer. From sandy shores to the highest snow capped peaks. To taste the salt of the sea. Breath in the cool crisp mountain air. Gaze across endless skies stretching far and wide. Head down roads I’ve never traveled before. Set foot on ground I’ve never explored. But then there’s a part of me, the part deep within me who knows that this is home. This town and this piece of ground are a part of me. That I have everything I’ll ever need right here in this small chunk of the world. That everything I’m so desperately searching for is here right before me. My family, the ones who are blood, and the ones I have chose. Bonds I’ve made that can not be erased or replaced. The deep roots of this place entangled around my heart. These ridges, creeks, and back roads. The love for those I could never leave. Is all a part of me.

Jamie Whorton ©

Photo’s by Jamie Whorton

Photo’s by Jamie Whorton

Misty Mountain tree tops poking out through the hazy rain. Green against the gray. Mystery surrounding Misty mountain. Trails leading deep into the thick fog covered peaks. Black birds soaring high amongst the mist. If you dare to roam Misty mountain know you’re not alone. The wilderness is their home.

– Jamie Whorton ©

Hanging silently in the atmosphere looking down. Surrounded by silence all around. Deafened by the constant turbulence from within. Will I ever find my way back again? You know to the place? Its been so long since I’ve been. The place was warm. The place was serene. Held within a dream. When I awoke the dream was lost, and clouded by thought. Trying to discover the way to which the road ends, and the path begins.

– Jamie Whorton ©

Sharp dressed man got me under pressure,
maybe so,
But whips and chains are kind of a freaky thing,
But gimme all your lovin’
anyway.
Tomorrows lookin’ like a cheap sunglasses kind of day.

The western sky set a blaze by the sinking sun. Fiery red orange hues burning bright. Soon to be night. The Sun says goodnight to the moon shining bright. Evening Primroses illuminated by moon glow, mixing in with the tall grass. Silver tones reflecting, making all a dream walk. Being one with the night. Feeling the pulse of the earth’s beating heart coursing through my veins. The night and I are one and the same.

– Jamie Whorton ©