Olden Time Chase
OLDEN TIME CHASE
Hear them shout!
Voices carried on olden winds
Young faces peering round trees
Round the corner of old houses
Seen through a scrim clouding memory
Oh there are Redskins!
There are bandits!
Guns whittled out of orange crates
Horses fashioned up from movie image
Hear them whinny
Alive through the mouths of children
Kids focused ‘neath a giant cottonwood
Near the alley on a vacant lot
Not a lot really
But a dusty stage for many exciting plots
Hear them shout!
How the horses stir the dust
How the Indians whoop!
I hear the summer chase
On sunny days
When there’s not a thing to do
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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