Gordon Wickstrom Poet ABC

I'M a Country Poet

Wild horses
 are galloping
 through the meadows-
 they have no names-
 some seem like 
 gods-others
 illuminate
 the ground 
 encircled by a single light-

I’m a country poet-

I feed myself
 like a cowboy and
 near the river at 
 night-I build a happy fire-
 humble-like my country family-

Life
 begged me to be a horseman-
 I organized my heart around 
 the struggle-keeping hope alive-
 I’m a country poet-
 My two hands
 are named hope and faith-

I sit and stare
 at the river
 stones-gleaming-
 while the horses  
 gallope through time
 and winter
 saying farewell
 to the sacred beauty
 of the land and its energy-
 to the mountains-
 to the meadow's and river's
 to the ocean's and lake's-
 It so happens that I am sick of
 seeing the land destroyed
 by industry and those who
 swallow everything then
 look at me with a vicious eyelid-

 But understand me
 I love all of you-
 I’m a country poet-California

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Darlene De Beaulieu November 16, 2016 at 8:18 PM Oh yes well written with a message woven in, I can see all these horses running wild through the land. a beautiful scene I see in your poetry.I enjoyed your poem.

Chris Green October 11, 2016 at 5:25 PM Well written with a great message woven in.