Long Sierras Poems

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;...

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Stokey 2014

I am working the door

At an all night bar

Sometimes I think I have spent too much time alone.  These long nights remind me of flowers and effigies. I drink too much.  There’s...

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Part 2: 1st Revelation
The third tour of travel was in the heart of the man.  He had traveled to several places within his country; however, this was his third time to Europe.  In...

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Ever Jumped A Train?

I have and it took me on a ride I'll never forget,
A journey like no other I have ever taken.
Traveling along those rails in open door box car,
Watched beauty of many states...

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My head lolled as I rode through sun-baked land,
too parched to notice the vistas grand,
Southern Nevada had cursed me with thirst,
a kind that most people will never know.
It had been two days since I law...

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The climate of planet earth has always been in a constant state of change, but modern science seems to have discovered a pattern of transformation that is very disturbing.  Such revelations enable them to...

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Winter came with its usual cold, rain, ice, snow, and pain.  By late Winter                    ...

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Hurled into the desert by a beatnik pilot and dropped off just above nirvana.  I find myself in a peculiar yet remarkable position.  I am now alone.  I look out above the...

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Allison liked to climb big rocks,
that’s how she spent the weekend days,
with ropes, pitons, and other gear,
felt most at home on a cliff face.

She’d come out to the Sierras,
to a campground with ledges near,
a short...

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The sky was sunny, the temperature was mild, and the wind was calm and mild. Tornadoes are known to rarely occur here, but the winds can get rather gusty. There is no hurricane season here,...

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There was a place, supposedly, that was my home.
I was born and grew up in that Southern place.
My family was great, but that place, not so much.
I heard it said that home is where your...

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Ah tis a glorious morn in Old Penryn Town
A chill in the air, sparkling frost on the ground
The Sun rising o're the mountains and trees to the East
What a beautiful sight .. for these old...

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Driving along last fall, we pointed to the beautiful orange trees of Autumn.                      ...

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A CAUSTIC CACTUS

You left me low in the high Sierras
standing naked and all alone
there stood I midst sorrow and sand
sorrow, sand and stagnant stone

there was one lonely cactus
almost lonely as lonely me
both of us begging...

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It is something
I've never feared,
I was born to fly.

Born to see cloud shadows
on the ground and the sugar sprinkles
of snow along a ridge,
leading to
the frosting clad Shasta.

Born to see the meandering
snow melt rivers descending
into checkerboard...

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Last winter he wandered away to the west
wearing a black hat ,a suit and a vest,
he practiced his shooting till he had it honed
he put a hair trigger on all that he owned.

He had to...

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There are Springs so divine as to make one sing.
And there are Springs that warmly embrace queens and kings.
There's pure joy in watching the slow snow-melts of Mid-West Springs.
It's exhilarating in the Spring to see...

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Tufts of ghostly cotton candy, 
Backlit by lavender sage,
Caught in rocky nooks and 
crannies,
Sky islands of stage.
Sugar whipped and frothy,
Clouds of pink and blue,
Melting in the moisture,
Disappearing with the dew.
Sticky light, fluffy grains,
Momentary treat,
Saccharin violet bliss,
Diabetic...

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The Highlander

From the sierras of Peru to the land of promise he came

as a student of life to learn but not for fame

but to absorb the thoughts of the American mind

and giving of his own...

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