Chaparral Poems - Poems about Chaparral

...Up on the winding mountain, there is a structure we knew so well— now consumed by red, devoured in flame. It was our shelter, a meeting place of like minds, a refuge against life’s weight, a......

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...sweet pungent fermented hay dark and warm slithers of light spit through the cracks of the warped weathered wood old pie tin lies in the dirt in its corner where the mean old bull snake dr......

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...the chaparral hills engulfed in a smokey mist — fire dyed sunsets......

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...Ecotone I did not plant the prairie tickseed that appeared among The cultivated flowers of my garden and quickly dominated. It seemed to say, “We live, still! My house sits in a tension zone......

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...Cookie, fire-up yer chuck wagon 'cause th' round-up is begun! Us cowpokes is gonna cull th' herd frum dawn to th' settin' sun! We is gonna supply you wid th' cookin's fer our chuck tonight; Heaps ......

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...Turtle heard that Salt Woman was on the road again, and he was wanting a taste of her. Some miles from Cochiti, he stopped for directions at a Speedway gas station. The dwarf who ran the garage ......

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...Tarnished gray, as the doves you have scattered away you were yelping as if the moon were your prey Eclipsed by the sage you then vanished from eyes disguised by the chaparral, just as clouds......

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...Potato Mountain I will arrive an habitual escapee from the rabbit warrens of central planners By ferreting north in search of breaks in the maze rifts in the grid I will follow a stre......

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...Many many moons ago leaving the porch of a south-facing canyon, I hiked to a place where the foothills narrowed, Where the asphalt road ran astride the reservoir lake into which kingfisher......

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...Santa Barbara, Summer 2017 Monday I walked on the bluffs above the sea. Orange poppies bloom in the dunes. I discovered the labyrinth: smooth stones spell the path. Peaceful ......

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...The land sizzles. Brittle grass yellows the hills. Live oak draw sparse circles of shade. Spiky shrubs cling to the parched slopes: red stemmed manzanita, spiny scrub oak. Hot wind rustles t......

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...beyond and below beneath the cosmic tide I awoke today to see with the sun above my shadow held tight for lack of shade as I crawl beneath remnant chaparral with this desert scruff I scrub m......

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...Brisk, northern winds blow across the heavy sand The desert arena is chilly and bright The summer animals are hiding Not a lizard, tortoise or snake in sight The distant mountain peaks hold i......

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...When cowboys sprawl 'round the camp fire after the days work is done, They strum guitars and tootle harmonicas and sing to have fun. Real cowboys don't sing Honky-Tonk or She Done Me Wrong stuff. ......

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...It had been a hot and dusty week chasin' them wily steers thro' the chaparral. And, later, sweatin, cussin' and brandin' them wild critters in the old corral! It was Saturday night and he was headin'......

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