Ruth Stewart

Brown blond blue streaked hair swimming in the ocean daring it to throw it's biggest wave. Laying in the sun tying strings in knots while making something to wear, to throw, to hold, to have. A ruffian, a friend, an outgoing, speaking her mind, laughing at your jokes. Diving in the creek, eating black berries by the handful, catching knutes and crawdads. Building a fort, draging sea kelp through the sand. A gift from a godmother passed through her hands. A smile, a shoulder to lean on, a story to tell. A holder of secrets to deep to tell, a whisper of love. Speaking out for all to hear. Will we just wait for all things to be? Or shall we seach them out in hopes of finding the wonders of the world never cease. A daredevil. A snowboarding, motercycle riding run thru the wind and the grass on a barebacked horse holding on to nothing more than a mane, the wind, the world. A hug, a hand, a friend to call at any time of night or day. Brown blond blue streaked hair running wild for all the world to see.

you ruth are one of the most strongest people i know. you can piggyback big guys and conquer battles. ive shaired meals with you and seen you catheard unschoolers. one things for sure ruth is that i have a great deal of respect for you.