The apple high in the apple tree
was always looking down –
way down, even past the green leaves
all the way to the ground.
The apple high in the apple tree
was always looking down –
way down, even past the green leaves
all the way to the ground.
Life is messy, life gets hard
sometimes you don’t want to press on.
How will you ever make it
when you don’t feel strong?
Here are a few words
of encouragement for you
because you do have what it takes
to help you make it through.
Because she’s a part of you –
tough enough to raise her children all alone.
She’s a part of you –
tough enough to leave and set out on her own.
She’s a part of you –
tough enough to give birth while rain flooded the Green.
She’s a part of you –
tough enough to start her family at seventeen.
So you see – you will succeed.
Look behind you –
They are walking with you.
Reach inside you –
they are a part of you.
Heartache will come your way
but you will make it through the day –
because you’re already tough enough.
I know who you are
at least, what is shown.
You are the shining star
who let her stand alone.
You do not know me,
though you think you do.
You know what you can see –
Want to see what I think of you?
You took the role of teacher
you felt it needed to be done.
But we don’t need a preacher
looking after everyone.
It appears your roots cause shame
by your condescending nod
toward your family name.
You distance yourself from the odd.
When you look in the mirror
surely, you can see traces of her.
But when she reached to be nearer
you extended a lecture.
I realize this is just you
and you’re not at all bad.
There are just some things you do
that make me a little sad.
When younger, I can remember,
Playing outside in the summer.
Climbing trees, running through the hose,
Fighting imaginary foes.
Yes, I have listened to the news,
The world’s problems get me down, too.
People loving people, then changing their minds,
A lot of hurt is happening all the time.
The mirrors face each other
And when I look into one I can see
An illusion of forever
A reminder of eternity.
nobody will argue.
But the more brilliant ones
have more cloud and less blue.
No life is perfect
we all know it is true.
Finding beauty in your clouds
is solely up to you!

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In the year 1919,
At a ranch house near the Green,
On a July day, the rain poured down
Until water covered the ground.
The cowboy got into the boat,
With their children he would go
But in the house still lay his wife
For she feared for the unborn life.
Water came to the bedspread seams,
Courage made her a cowboy’s queen.
She was a Wyoming Woman.
In the year 1924,
A mother of 3 gave birth once more.
For six months she had been on her own,
Her husband was gone – but not alone.
In the cold darkness of a coal mine,
Life changed for families of all kind.
But that tragedy had come and gone,
And a mother of 4 must go on.
She already knew the risks you see,
And still became a miner’s lady.
She was a Wyoming Woman.
In the year 1929,
She came to help a friend in a bind.
But got stuck in a small town in Wyoming.
She stayed because of a wedding ring.
Her husband worked where he could for pay,
They worked for survival each long day.
Wars and a depression she lived through,
Not by choice, but what else could she do?
She was not a native, but lived to be
Another miner’s lady.
She was a Wyoming Woman.