Update! After a crazy day in which my lighting issues are finally fixed, I’m need to draw from the past this morning.
I smile when I read this post written some time ago. At that time, I’d look up each IP number to identify locations of my readers. I stopped when I hit 80 countries finally believing that I AM read in many distant place. As of today, my number of reads is 812,875 and growing. From wherever you read, please know I send you love, peace, and hope for healing.
Writin’ my life to save my soul on a desert’s Nevada road,
A friendly stranger came around to share apple pie ala mode.
If you’re goin’ to stick around for awhile and keep me satisfied,
You can sit and listen while I write all about my sad old life.
He asked me if I had been alone long, in my house on dust and sand
And I replied I ‘d lots of friends, “I’m read everywhere across this land.”
I’m read everywhere, man.
I’m read everywhere, man.
Wrote in the desert’s bare, man.
Of troubles I’ve had my share, man.
I’ve cried in the mountain air, man,
Of troubles I’ve had my share man.
I’m read everywhere.
I’m read in
Belgium, Australia, Brazil, Czech Republic, Bangladesh, Canada, China, Indonesia, Bosnia, Egypt, Germany, Lithuania, Denmark, India, Ireland, Saudi Arabia, Finland, Hungary , Malaysia, Netherlands, United Kingdom, Virgin Islands, and France.
Fans, they’re readin’.
This new friend now listened, quiet, while country names raced off my lips.
Bushy eyebrows raised a tiny bit, while on me he quite transfixed.
With grief this gard’ner told my tale, death’s horror never rang truer.
He listened awhile, at him I gazed; his eyes, bluer and bluer.
I’m read everywhere, man,
I’m read everywhere, man,
I’ve cried in the mountain air, man.
Of troubles I’ve had my share, man.
I’m read everywhere.
I’m read in
France, Greece, Japan, Jordan, Hong Kong, Korea, Mauritius, Moldova, Morocco, North Macedonia, Pakistan, Peru, Philippines, Poland, Portugal, Russia, Romania, Serbia, Singapore, South Africa, Sri Lanka, Sweden, Taiwan, Turkey, Ukraine, United States, Uruguay, Vietnam. Everywhere, and there, the fan’s, they’re readin’.
I’m read everywhere, man. I’m read everywhere.
He started reading, he now hooked. I, on display, an open book.
Two months pass, friendship grows each day, two hearts liking each other’s ways,
The stories real with Winter past, new tales to write are coming fast.
For all my friends around the world, You mean so much to this old girl.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to the 6900 readers that have taken time to support me in my writing. Your sweet comments have made me realize I AM a writer. This has made my life long dream come alive!!! If I have missed your country, please send me a comment and let me know.
I send my love to you and all your beautiful countries. Joy
A special tip of my gardener’s hat to Johnny Cash who inspired this piece.
More tomorrow.