Best Western(A) Poems

When hard times come they sit a spell,
Like kin folk come to stay
A-packin' troubles, pets an' kids
That always get ‘n your way.
It's drought an' flood, an' flood an' drought,
There ain't much in-between.
You work like hell to make ’em good,
But still they’re sorta lean.

The ranch went...

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Deeply dive into my Southern border. .  again
again. .  border around my existence ever so deeply

Somewhere over the Horizon
love is met gently

Images melt into one, opening the melody within- desires are found
found are the sensations leading to hills and tight spaces and soft...

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In the town of Milton Creek the sun was starting to rise
And Jenna was planning for Ranger David a lovely surprise
Unbeknown to him preparations were now well underway
To hold a party in his honour on this Saint Patrick's day.

She, Anaya, Deb, Tania and Lin had...

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It was still quite dark in Milton Creek, and it had just gone four
When Tom arrived at the sheriff's office, and knocked on his door
The Sheriff quickly opened up and beckoned Tom, to come inside
They picked up three Winchesters and ammo and got ready to...

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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I...

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The day Will Shepard shot my dog
His barn burned to the soil;
The flames licked at the Autumn sky,
The smoke as black as oil.
I dropped the torch onto the earth,
And felt the whole world turn,
I stood and watched Will Shepard’s barn,
I stood and watched it burn.

The...

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It was about seven in the morn as the sun was starting to rise
Unbeknown to the folks of Milton Creek they were in for a surprise
Outside the saloon wagons were unloading, before noondays heat
Rumour had it that it had been bought by a lady from...

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The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning
And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming
The aroma of fresh baking was lingering in the morning air
Words alone cannot describe it; you just have to be there.

Bill, Sara, and Tania had...

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Sheriff Koplin was woken up by a loud trumpeting sound
Grabbed his Winchester and prepared to stand his ground
A huge elephant was walking by it took him by surprise
He'd never seen one in his life and couldn't believe his eyes.

A band followed the procession along the...

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O' Butterfly, a child, disgraced 
Bewitched without a chance
Beguiled, exquisitely endowed. Frail wings held no escape
Such innocence would glaze her eyes, as gossamer might do

He wooed her far astray with words, of promised wedded bliss
Travail would kiss the purest heart, 
and weigh her soul with...

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With pitchforks and torches they rode through the night,
their goal was Milton Creek, by dawns early light.
A surprise attack was what they had foreseen,
led by the infamous, lollipop queen.

With a group of ringed men, she’d deceived and collected,
they rode for the jail, for the first...

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The sun was rising over Milton Creek, heralding the start of a new day
Two new residents were due in town, on the noon train from Santa Fe
William (Bill) and Sara Baker, both renowned as skilled bakers by trade
There was talk that their breads and cakes...

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I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where hopes and dreams mirrored lives that these shearers led,
here among the ruins of an outback-shearing shed.

I'll bet this set of...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
near the corner of First Street,  where blackberries grew
a field claimed by youngsters was crosshatched with tracks.
It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with fox-tails
and the children's bare feet had constructed thin trails,
cupping deep paths that...

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Sunset

golden rays fading
across western horizon…
whispering good-night



11/16/2015

Poem of the Day - 11-18-2015...

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