2 Under the Bridge: A Play on Words

By James Richard Langston

Whatever Touches Your Life
1983
By James Richard Langston

Listen . . . hear the cricket,
In the softness of the night,
Stand quietly by a meadow,
See the birds taking flight.
Hear the whisper of a breeze,
Blowing through trees of pine,
Let whatever touches your life,
Be in tune to touching mine.
Touch the velvet of a rose,
On an early summers day,
Smell the sweet aroma,
Of a field of new mown hay.
Throw caution to the wild wind,
Play it loose just one time,
Let whatever touches your life,
Be in tune to touching mine.
Blink your eyes at the sun,
As it sets behind the hill,
Skip a rock across the pond,
By the old rustic mill.
Cheer your team on to victory,
As it comes from behind.
Let whatever touches your life,
Be in tune to touching mine.
Taste a frosty snowflake,
As it falls upon your tongue,
See a mother hen fret,
As she hovers oer her young.
Stay in tune with mother nature,
Give her reason, give her rhyme,
Let whatever touches your life,
Be in tune to touching mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504975568

James Richard Langston

James Richard Langston was born and raised in a time when a nickel was worth a dime. He wrote this novel while living in Sera Vista, Arizona and on his sister's ranch outside of Tombstone. His early life's adventures included a year spent on an island in the South Pacific and logging many hours flying a single engine aircraft around the southeastern United States. He currently lives in southern middle Tennessee. Can be contacted by E-Mail at [e-mail]

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Contents

It’s Love

It’s Stronger Than

K-Mart Cowboy

Knowing Without Knowing

Line by Line

Lines

Lonesome Blue

Lord, Please Tell That Woman

Lost In A Rhinestone World

Lost In My Thoughts of You

Love

Love at First Sight

Man in My Mirror

Memory Sailing

Musing On Mules

My America

My Daddy

My Dog the Snitch

My Last Bridge

My List

My Love Song

My Mansion Cold and Gray

Mystery Man

Never Got To Play

No Footsteps in the Hall

Ode to a Teenager

Through a Vail of Bitter Tears

Old Fashioned

Old Leonard

On Loves Stormy Sea

On The Edge of Desperation

On The Fringes of Loving You

On The Rebound

Only a Heartbeat Away

Open Your Hearts Door

Out In No Mans Land

Out Of Order Again

Passing in Review

Picking Up All the Pieces

Point Of No Return

Rain and Sleep

Reckon You’ll Be Staying

Reflections

Rice in Her Hair

Rose’s

Rough and Ready Cowboys

Runaway Stampede

Salute To the Trucker

Share with Me

She Walks the Shadows

She’s Got Pearls

Shooter, You’re A Little Crook

Silver Teardrops

Sitting In the Breeze Way

Skinface

Some Folks Call Me Axle Jaw

Standing on the Brink

Suicide Shifter

Sweet Return

Taste a Happy Tear

That Alabama Son

That Old Steinway Grand

That’s the Way It Used To Be

The Ayes Have It

The Best Is Yet To Come

The Best Man

The Chapel Bells at Yuma

The Class of Fifty Five

The Closer I Get To Nashville

The Faces in My Dreams

The Hanging Tree

Where Wild Roses Grow

The Last Bridge

The Last Bridge I Burned

The Laughter and the Tears

The Night That Santa Cried

The Only Time You Want Me

The Other Fool

The Precious Part of Me

The Rat Race

The Slinger

The Smile You Want

The Tears of a Woman

Time I’ve Spent in Love with You

The Wild Western Mustang

The Woman in My Mind

Then There Came You

There Ought To Be A Law

There’ll Never Be a Last Cowboy Song

There’s Never Been a Smile

They’re Playing Our Song

They’re Playing Our Song, out Of Tune

Three Hundred Times

Three Times Removed

Trains

Transylvania

Trespassing

Tried

Two Trains

Unguarded Love

Virginia Justine

Walking a Tightrope

Waycross

What A Great Time For A Fall

What Can I Say or Do

What Fell Off the Truck

Whatever Touches Your Life

When a Legend Dies

When the Image Overtook the Man

When Was the Last Time

Why Do I Miss You So Much

With Heartaches In Between

Worried, Working And Wanting

Yes, Brother Pearson

You Gotta Crawl Before You Walk

You Never Lifted a Finger

You Surprised Me in My Life

Younger and Thinner

You’re

You’re A Soft Touch

You’re That Kind Of Woman

Twenty Years

Fingers

Tomahawk

Mable Thompson Eddins

One Step Beyond Hope, to Grace

Voice of a Woman

Never Forget

Jeanne

Shades of You

Robins of Spring

One Day More

Seabiscuit

To Josie

Special thanks to

Mike Glover

of Battle Creek, Michigan for the injection of his iron

clasp grip on just how some words interlock with

others to create the perfect mental picture.

It’s Love

1982

A man can climb the highest peak,

Or cross the deepest sea,

He can travel to the moon,

Which dumbfounds you and me.

He can tame a river wild,

With help from up above,

But he can’t write a love song,

Until he falls in love.

He can’t gamble on a looser,

And expect to always win,

He can never, ever return,

From where he’s never been.

He can never win a friend,

By playing push and shove,

But he can write many love songs,

Once he’s fallen in love.

Yes, it’s love my friend,

That makes it all begin,

That puts a melody in the heart.

And it’s love no doubt,

That brings this world about,

And made it spin from the start.

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It’s Stronger Than

1982

When you and I were married,

You gave to me a ring,

You slipped it on my finger,

Then the choir began to sing.

I’ve always thought of that ring,

As a symbol of our love,

Just a little band of gold,

Blessed from God above.

As the months and years go by,

It’s stronger by the day,

It draws and binds me to you,

Just the place I want to stay.

I don’t believe there’s a force,

Could ever pull us apart,

For that band upon my finger,

Is fastened to my heart.

Yes it’s stronger than a rope,

Stronger than a chain,

Stronger than the engine,

That pulls a long, long train.

Stronger than ole Sampson,

Who slew the Philistine,

Stronger than all of these,

Is my wedding ring.

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K-Mart Cowboy

1986

There are times in the life of every man,

When he dreams of being a cowboy,

And if someone you know sits a saddle in his dreams,

You never know who he is, Hoppy, Gene or Roy.

He kicks off his slippers,

Hangs his tie on a knob,

He’s finally made it home again,

After eight more on the job.

It’s not like busting broncos,

Or branding doggies all day long,

But he pulls on his western boots,

He’s a K-Mart cowboy when he’s home.

Never west of the Mississippi,

Never south of a steer,

He’ll be sipping sarsaparilla,

When everyone’s drinking beer.

Outrunning all the outlaws,

In freeway canyons all alone,

Then he stops in town at K-Mart,

For fresh supplies on his way home.

He’s a K-Mart cowboy,

With a blue light smile and K-Mart western boots,

And they say he never misses,

So you’d better stay out of sight when he shoots.

Allergic to horses,

He drives a pickup truck, and not a team,

Just a K-Mart cowboy,

Trying his best to live the American dream.

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Knowing Without Knowing

1983

The beauty of a velvet rose,

On an early summer morn,

Seems all the more beautiful,

As another new day is born.

That old sun is so much brighter,

As it dries the morning dew,

Yes, everything is magnified,

Since my Darling said, I do.

Willows sway in the breeze,

As nighttime closes in,

Night is so much darker now,

The breeze has become a wind.

The roaring of the crickets,

Has to be some kind of sign,

Cause everything is magnified,

Since she said that she’d be mine.

When you