DEBBIE EMBREY

DEBBIE EMBREY

"TRUTH IN A BOTTLE"

I was walking along the ocean's shore

When my wandering eyes saw a man,

He was walking rather slowly 


And it was too late for him to get a tan.

The expression on his face of concern

Made me wonder of his troubling brews,

So I made myself toward him

And respectfully paid my 'hello dues.'

He raised his for a few seconds only

But no response from his lips came,

I introduced myself to this man

And I in turn had hoped to hear his name.

He just looked down and around

Out at the beauty of the ocean's blue,

I noticed a bottle in the ocean

I asked, ''May I go get that for you?"

I sensed then that he could not swim

Or perhaps fear of water-that's bad,

I swam out to reach the bottle

And brought it back to the old cad.

He raised his eyebrows in question

I was actually reading his face,

I opened the bottle next

And he humbled himself in grace.

He pointed at the paper without looking

Should I or should I not be mad?

I opened it and read the letter

Only to find out he was my Dad.

I looked up to speak to the strange man

That had walked along the shore,

Suddenly he just disappeared

I never saw anything like it before.

I looked everywhere along that beach

I searched it far and searched wide,

But I at least found truth in a bottle

And that meant so much to me inside.

Written on April 17th, 1915....one year ago today in memory of my Dad.

DEBBIE EMBREY

TRUCKER'S CALL THRU THE SKYLINE

Breaker; Breaker! 1-9, anyone listening?

A trucker was leaning half off edge of the highway,

Breaker 1-9; Breaker 1-9 he shouted again

I need to get across the line thru the skyway.

No one was coming back and it was cold

The heat of the radiator was fading pretty fast,

He keyed the mike and just held it a moment

I need Someone to hear me~ at least while I last.

He let off the mike again and still nothing

Dishearted and afraid, a blizzard for miles ~unplanned,

There was very little light left during the day

And all that trucker had was himself and the radio band.

In a lower voice he spoke again, praying

Breaker 1-9, I've got a little story for ya fellers there,

I've been through a lot of hardships in my lifetime

Shot at, slapped, stabbed, and still lived and didn't care.

Once I was hit in the head with a clay pipe

That was about just about eight inches or so around,

I laid the slick out all nightlong and ouchhh!

What a headache the next morning, but I got up off that ground!

I've been through a lot of crap that made me nuts

Drove me to points in my life I could care less anymore,

I tried my best to take away my life and ouchhhh!

Well, that didn't work... they called me ''hard to the core.''

I don't even know if anyone can even hear me

Nobody was listening when I said my truck broke down,

Besides who wants to hear an honery sucker that's silly

With unfilled dreams who all his life acted like some clown?

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!! Boy, it's gettin' cold out here ... feelin'

..... well, like a freezer done froze me right to da bone!

But I guess that's the way it was meant to be, huh?

Some guys just meant to be with families,.. others die alone.

His voice cracked here and there and he sneezed

Coughing, almost choking once as he gasped for air,

Then he continued, Well, Boy, if that don't beat all

Some things in life .... well, hell! Life's just not fair!''

In the distance a light blaring in the midst of the snows

By that time it was already in the morning about three,

The mike fell to the floor by the trucker's dying side

But there were other truckers coming to set him free.

A trucker's call thru the skyline hadn't been wasted

The good Lord hears prayers for they come from the heart,

By the time the first one arrived, the driver was frozen

And the engine was ruined~ and the rig wouldn't start.

It took about two hours after CB'ers did their things

Making calls, getting 9-1-1 on the ball to the site,

But that trucker was rescued in plenty of time

Glory given to God, he made it through the night!

DEBBIE EMBREY

STUBBORN

stubborn, hard-headed

call me what you will

I say what I mean

and I mean what I say

thus, I say 'big deal'

headstrong, pig-headed

only names you see

I am who I am

and that's all that I am

thus, I am just me

accept the package

that you see in view

it's signed and sealed

and finalized

will you still say I do?

DEBBIE EMBREY