Best Westward Poems

The ground is damp
it bleeds through my thin cotton skirt.
Crest born, I sit and wait the dawn.
My fingers weave into the high rye grass.
The house below is quiet still.
The children sleep.
The dog’s with me. 
We sit high upon the hill.

Peaceful heart, Venus I spy
the morning...

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In the 1600's, Europeans lived on the eastern shore
Their numbers grew, they wanted more.
Iroquios, Sauk, Ottawa, and Mohawk were tribes they met
Too many and more, paid our forefathers' debt.
Men moved west thru the Cumberland gap
Daniel Boone led them, wearing a coonskin cap.
Freedom's new country was...

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The Quakers, being religiously persecuted, set sail from expatriated England;
they were the first settlers to reach the shore of New England: a free land!
Later the Puritans came and settled in other eastern, bustling colonies
seeking the same religious freedom, but their urge was stronger than dreams.


Many...

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"Westward, further out ..."

Dusk washes over you
warm like honey 
saltry and sweet
immersed in amber tones of 
apricot alerts and rose 
swirling unfurling peonies 
the blooming silent dancing clouds 
rush over white horses 
crashing against 
bracken green emeralds
the depths open 
and unfathomable,
who can read the eyes...

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wet cat impaled on telegraph poles
serrated ashbrown fur
tinged with flinting silver
a mirror blue
cut by guitar strings on a shining plate
bathed in molten evening shine

jet streaks through pylon barrage
windshield wipers’ hemicircular swipe

dry cat’s crusty baguette fur
ashen edges of rapidfire cirrus

pylons stalk the sky
and catch the wipers...

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How was the West really won?
Also how a sunset meant you were done
In a town called CENTER GULCH, TEXAS, it was a busy affair of stagecoaches and Sheriff Toby Jackson
He was a Sheriff that kept order in town being his action
But it took a little...

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The Westward Wind

The westward wind whistled,
As it whisked wildly pass,
Weeping willow trees.

Weary eyed women watched,
As winters wayward wrath,
Wreaked havoc through its breeze.

Waffling warm winds weaving,
As wounded workers,
Walked, the winding path.

Wailing Whippoorwills whispered,
Welcoming words of warmth,  
From the westward winds aftermath!

Written: 3/17/16 © 

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(Blank Verse Sonnet)

The wagons slice a trail across the plains
in search for gold or land to claim and build
abodes where independence rules supreme;
my great-grandfather leads them west for gain
all while his wife and sons work on the farm.
The trails he carves become long rails of...

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How fast does the river flow Michael?
How deep and wide did you say?
The wagon need to cross this river
And cross it not tomorrow but today
The summer will soon turn to autumn
And the axes are sharpened and honed
And mama is needing somewhere to rest
And that somewhere...

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Wagons packed, gunny sacked

                                  Wheat flour, beans, preserves

    ...

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The past was locked in with very little 'right of passage'.                                  ...

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Sails unfurled in disarray
Helm unheld to swing away
Canting yaw in surf wet roll
This ship of state without a goal

Some would call this gone adrift
While fools would call it freedom
Some of us are somewhat miffed
While shoals just wait to see them

Passengers without a clue
Trusting to a...

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Onward my westward sun
But before you fade away
Tell me you shall rise again
To light my way for many days to come.
Awake me and tell me it is not the end
Let the gloom of night cloak me
But only for a passing wind.
So then the breeze of...

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When he leaves
It takes everything in me
To not follow
If he can’t lead
So far east
That the sun too flees
From mornings of sorrow
For westward peace

And it soothes to be held
To be loved like I am someone else
Still the fool, never quelled
Loving him as I should myself...

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