Flowers Adorning Deep Prairie Sunsets
Heard morning dove in her opening song,
she flew onto a weeping willow branch.
Somehow feeling in Nature I belong,
blessed was I, working that cattle ranch.
There are mighty hills resting far out West,
such Titans grace bluest western skies.
Here Nature, earth, and sky present their best,
giving true answers to how, when and why's.
No stranger to Nature's great scenic views,
I find western lands match any and all.
Life in this vast land one pays heavy dues,
yet can readily answer Nature's call.
Flowers adorning deep prairie sunsets,
colors in rainbow hues, good as it gets!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2016
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Imagine hills where
landscapes slide into
heavens
Dews and hues
romancing its ranches
A decor of devil's bow in
soft tone
A cascade of bays
blending
A steaming geothermal
spa amid black lava fields
Thawing snow tumbling
Glitzy huts emerging from
riviera
Echoes of villagers
sparkling the harmony of
the wind
Howdy tourists emerging
from the blues
Obudu cattle ranch a
milieu of fantasy
awoh awoh
He/She/Lemmingsonabridge BAH! SAYS YOU!
WHAT ISN'T ARTsyfartsy?
Tickle my eyes
sensations blurring
casserole fishdish
cold stone marble ears
Fiddledeedrumsticks handlebar mustache
calligraphic impotency
within the fireworks
of eastern Jupiter
Apples
Cattle ranch
my little ones
I love you I love you I love you
Salamander Samba Salsa Simba Silence Speaking Sacrilege
Loquat
Sorry Wait Water Weight Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Minneola minaret
I DON'T GET IT
I can't peel my hair!
KABOOM
spiral
Can anyone tell me the truth behind the lemon tree's bastard son, the emerald?
My brain's a leaping hopscotch feather
Ape ricotta
Ernesto Zucchini
April dentist
and... stop.
okay go!
eating tom's a foolery
Bean turd soup?
Who you calling a dirty orangeeater?
I am lord of the marshmallow!
Take a bite out of My Fig tree because
I forgot what time the dining hall
BANG COLLAPSES
In Southern Arizona, there is an old cave
A history, does it have a story to tell
More than a hole in a mountain
For many a outlaw it was their grave
Years before the Indians lived there as well
Protected by thorns of the Prickly Pear, that is for certain
Bank and train robber, hid their stolen stash there
Cool their heel and hide from the law
No doubt, that many were shot in the back
Out of greed, in their outlaw lair
Living by their law
Cochise and Geronimo, also left their track
"La Posta Quemada", a cattle ranch it later became
Where cowboys would ride
The mountain was steep and mean, cactus galore
"The Burning Post", by the White man;s name
The thorns would rip the horse's and cattle's hide
And the cave with all it had to store
The old steer would go to the top and hide
Would stay there for years and never come down
To gather them was a cowboy's living Hell
For the horse's armor, around his chest would be wet rawhide
From he cactus thorns and the steer were found
Yes, old Colossal Cave does have a story to tell