“For Noah, preaching 120 years without results meant choosing the hard road year after year. Nehemiah, building the wall of Jerusalem, faced constant harassment by enemies from within and without. We cannot honestly, authentically, reasonably and deliberately serve our Lord without our willingness to accept difficulties and inconveniences.” – K. P. Yohannan
It Takes Money (A Farmer Meets Reality) by Michael Doyle
The land and you Are everything to me. The mortgage is due, And hellhounds are dogging me.
All that I want to do Is to farm this land. A simple, honest farm and you, But the Lord gave me a steady hand.
It takes money To raise our family. One bad harvest isn't funny. But two might just end you and me.
They call me the hunter, night and day. Without a bullet wasted, is what they say. I'll do what I have to do For the good of me and you.
So, I'll fall in with the law man, Selling him the use of my gun hand. Riding down to the Dead Line Where I'll make more than one rogue mine.
It takes money To raise our family. One bad harvest isn't funny. But two might just end you and me.
Forty acres and this old mule, It's what it takes to buy the fuel. At the end of this ole war, I would have thought our souls were worth more.
I'm going down to the place with no laws. It's a rough patch filled with outlaws. Some seek after some kind of paradise, It's hard to find it between the Devil's lies.
It takes money To raise our family. One bad harvest isn't funny. But two might just end you and me.
So, I'll fall in with the law man, Lord have mercy on my gun hand. Riding down to the Dead Line For the good of us, I'll make that rogue mine.
Death rides hard under tall blue skies, I can see that hidden in your dusky eyes. You and me watch the turkey vultures soar, Our eyes on each other, certain there will be no more.
It takes money To raise our family. One bad harvest isn't funny. But two might just end you and me.
(c) August 15, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Critics are those with little ability, Often bashing those with greater capability. While the talented few find their success good, It's a confusing arrangement seldom understood.
Those without skill find talent self-indulgent, And seldom suffer to give others acknowledgment. Unimaginative translates as unwilling to pay to play. Plant's vocals were convincing with something to say.
The Rolling Stones critics found it trite and redundant What most of us found as something resplendent. Four common blokes worked hard to be heard and got. All these years on, Led Zeppelin is not forgot.
Dazed and confused by what had occurred. It's as if the critics forgot music is what is heard. Built with an intensity that is seldom felt, The improvisation is such that its heat can melt.
As a violin bow runs across Jimmy's six strings, The harmonics and the feedbsack loop until it all rings. The riffs were flowing across the smoky room, Until the noisy musical flowers were certain to bloom.
The Rolling Stones critics found it trite and redundant What most of us found as something resplendent. Four common blokes worked hard to be heard and got. All these years on, Led Zeppelin is not forgot.
There's a lot of magic in the music these boys wrote, Playing harmonious connect-the-dot, note for note. Cinematic in the layers crafted as they truly mean, As stars fell down before the silken screen.
In 1969, the band began its musical aspiration. By playing hard and fast across the American nation, There were a lot of miles on that open road - Each of which came together in all the stories told.
The Rolling Stones critics found it trite and redundant What most of us found as something resplendent. Four common blokes worked hard to be heard and got. All these years on, Led Zeppelin is not forgot.
(c) August 14, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning. – J.B. Priestley
“Your first great duties, you are sensible, are those you owe to Heaven, to your Creator and Redeemer. Let these be ever present to your minds, and exemplified in your lives and conduct.” – William Samuel Johnson, one of the first U.S. Senators and signer of the Constitution
“Honor, justice, and humanity call upon us to hold, and to transmit to our posterity, that liberty which we received from our ancestors. It is not our duty to leave wealth to our children, but it is our duty to leave liberty to them.” – John Dickinson
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along