Call me Yamhill

Backwoods wandering

Today we finished a bypass road that took us to unknown areas, areas I and my possie have traveled before, but today, upon rubber wheels that turn upon roller bearings powered by fluid motion, in-turn being forced by six in line cylinders.
Pardon, I digress.
                  I wish that you were not away. or that I could forget. Seeing pictures of you makes my blood run hot, and my head hurt with desire and rage. At times I calm but others I wish I could do something. But alas there is nothing. So I continue my day to day, working, wondering, wandering and trying to let god help me.

They call me Yamhill. Lonely Yamhill.

posted by Yamhill @ 11:51 PM