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Rocking Chair

The watcher on her porch, alone, Where Fortune lived in days bygone, She knows the stories; knows the names Of all the miners and their claims. She came out here a slip of four Calling it home for ninety more. Shotgun in hands, she rocks her chair, Guarding the miners and their claims. She waits for packrats, dawn to dusk, Who’d cart her town off brick and board, Taking the markers of her life With all the miners and their claims. She loved too well the life that flamed To say goodbye and limp away Down dusty streets where whirlwinds play ‘Round all the miners and their claims. The secrets of the sage-clad hills Are safely stored inside her head; Beyond the reach of stranger’s probes Of all the miners and their claims. Behind her vague blue eyes, she dreams Her dreams of better days to come, When smiling Fortune comes back home To all the miners and their claims.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 2/7/2019 12:11:00 AM
Congrats on your well deserved win, David.
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Date: 2/6/2019 3:52:00 PM
David, I must say, you do not disappoint! Congratulations on your win on Mile 16 of my 2019 Poetry Marathon Contest! Thank you so much for supporting my contests. By continuing to place in the contests you are accumulating points toward the final. ~Mark
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Date: 2/6/2019 3:48:00 PM
Wow, just imagine this woman spending 90 years in a once-fortunate prospecting area. You bring her and her character to life so well, David, that I enjoyed reading it a second time. Excellent! Congratulations on your win! Hugs, Carolyn
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Date: 6/25/2018 10:00:00 PM
This is just a wonderful poem!!
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