This story is a poem sent to me by Lesley Sawyer from a blog on her MySpace site and I put it to music and am posting it so she can hear it and maybe see if it's alright. We don't know who wrote the poem. If anybody does please tell me. j mt

This song is just what it is and says what it says. It's where I am and where my hopes lie. It all just happens to fit into a song... WHEN PEGGY COMES HOME When Peggy comes home I’ll have the dishes put away The floor will be swept and…

This story is a poem sent to me by Lesley Sawyer from a blog on her MySpace site and I put it to music and am posting it so she can hear it and maybe see if it's alright. We don't know who wrote the poem. If anybody does please tell me. j mt

I listened to Emilie's music on her MySpace site and was prompted to write this song. Emilie She's been there. She'll be there. She's part of the landscape At old Uncle Calvin's she's grandfathered in. She'll be there when you need…

One night after three month of no rain, as we were driving home from singing at Gringos in Grapevine a splash of water hit the windshield. I said to myself, "Sweet Rain." I went home and wrote the song. It's on the soundtrack of a movie called…

This story is a poem sent to me by Lesley Sawyer from a blog on her MySpace site and I put it to music and am posting it so she can hear it and maybe see if it's alright. We don't know who wrote the poem. If anybody does please tell me. j mt

i saw the curtains changing color i watched the sun room come alive i have been sitting in this rocker wondering when you might arrive i am hoping for redemption cant stand the way i feel i know it is only passing through me rivers flood…

you are like the rain that falls with the snow or is it the other way around i dont know all i know is i love you and cant get above you it is driving with no place to go the muscle and the bone i find that keeps my heart in line just…

This story is a poem sent to me by Lesley Sawyer from a blog on her MySpace site and I put it to music and am posting it so she can hear it and maybe see if it's alright. We don't know who wrote the poem. If anybody does please tell me. j mt

Sequoia Memories...Capo @ 5 C Off the coast of California Where the dolphins ride the waves We stood and watched them from the cliffs above Until the sunlight went away Then we slept in ancient shadows Underneath the redwood trees…