| |
Picture Credits:
Dirt is gritty, dust is pale; I gaze across the prairie grass
See the tip of Copper Mountain as I ride the western trail
Loneliness gives a wounded mind time to think and heal
October sun is running hot; no looming shadows pass,
but in the cooling twilight hours I hear the desert nightingale
By the warmth of soothing campfire, I eat my evening meal
Sip on bitter coffee and count the stars which fall to earth
Give no thoughts to rhyme or reason, relationships gone wrong
Count my many blessings underneath the velvet sky
Coyote howling in the distance, moon shining in rebirth
Both calling forth to distant lovers; keep the faith, be strong
Encompassing the whole of Mother Nature’s haunting lullaby
Aurora streaks the atmosphere with hues of gold and red
Quickly rising eastern orb; dawn’s goddess jeweled with light
Keep on pressing forward to my own pre-destination
Winter storm clouds fast approaching, tactile snow soon overhead
Gallop towards Delgado Cave; there I’ve stashed a month’s supplies
Soon develop cabin fever, lose my mind to idleness and mad frustration
I wake to echoing booms, ashes float like butterflies
California’s gold rush lies just beyond the day’s horizon; at Brandywine
I’ll stake a claim and pan away this yellow fever’s chill
The past lies far behind me, each night I pray for strength to fortify
As I close my eyes and wake to daylight’s sunshine
Sit near the water’s cooling edge, where the river runs downhill
Golden nuggets hard to find, supplies are fast a’dwindling
Just a few more days, all my plans are forced to change
I’ll be the growing township’s first and only school-teacher
Students learning fast, hopes of normal life rekindling
Until the sheriff comes one day, stares at me so strange
He’s brought along a well-known traveling preacher
‘Your given name was Vera Rose, but here you’re known as Katie Roane
No one knew or cared about your tainted past back East
Because they’ve seen no wanted posters, been offered no reward
Two long years ago, you lived the life of luxury; a native Chicagoan
Engaged to be married to a wild-eyed dandy, who is now deceased
He boasted of his many lovers, so you stabbed him with a two-edged sword
Fled west before you went to trial; no one here heard you’d been convicted
In absentia; daily paper, Mid-West Banner headlines
all proclaimed; sitting judge and 12 fine jurors said you had to hang’
No questions asked, I’m quickly cuffed, my true identity revealed
The Illinois Marshal comes tomorrow; I count as seconds speed on by
I have no legal recourse, no way of quick escape
We take the Lonesome Trail back East, he says his name’s MacNeal
Talks of this and talks of that; chattering all the time, like a black-winged magpie
Lag behind a little bit, take his gun and horse, leave him with his mouth agape
Gallop off into the sunset, can’t stay in one place too long
Heading north towards Canada, cross the border undetected
Find a trapper’s trading post in the wild Alaskan outback
It’s an invaluable asset to the good community; citizens never weak, always strong
Royal Mounties come by here quite often, their life much more than circumspect
Dudley Do-Right is a guaranteed future, I write romance stories for a western paperback
|
Help Us Stop Plagiarism -
Nearly all works at PnP are original. However a few people choose to plagiarize.
To check, choose a phrase from the work, then either drag and drop to the search box or copy and paste.
click on search and works at Google will be shown which match. Just to be sure, please do this before
you recommend or rate the work highly...
|
 |
|
|
|
Select a Random Work
from Poetry
|
|
Welcome !
