Saga of the Lonely Cactus: "The Lonely Cactus In New York City" Third Part
by Miriam McCue
The Lonely Cactus in New York City.
He cries ‘cause his life is a pity.
He misses the desert every day.
In New York he does not want to stay.
His tears are so very strong,
So his barrel will not have water in it very long.
The dogs use him for a fire plug.
The street addicts like to give him a slug.
They bother him day and night.
All they ever do is fight.
They scream all night and sometimes day.
The cactus never gets to play.
The police wake him with sirens loud,
This is no place for a cactus proud.
But he hopes and hopes,
And at night he prays,
That someone will come and take him away.
Back to the desert to get some peace,
Away from the junkies and police,
Where the night is so very still and dark,
Three thousand miles from Central Park.
In the misty glens of Scotland
Meandering rivers run
Below the blanket of the clouds
Where the moon becomes the sun
The darkened green shadows
Of the pines, the evergreens
As they silhouette the skyline
A beautiful Scottish scene
Shapes fly through the light
Bats and night time birds
The sounds of their conversations
Some of the best the night has shared
So when you come to Bonnie Scotland
View our misty meandering rivers
For this country of the Scots
And her nature, can sure deliver
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Throughout my life
I’ve always wondered
What is possible to asunder?
Can there be a way out if we can only shout?
Can there be a possible day,
A possible month that we could stay?
The month of hot
A night of light
To see what is really right
The month of trick
When we play
In the night and not of day
The month of thanks
And memories too
The way we give as we do
The month of Christ
And not the presents
We pray and stay to celebrate its gift
Then New Year’s Day
It all begins
The day we give away our sins
The year starts over yet again
And the months fly by…
I took a walk last night
among tall lamp posts
studded stars in the heavens
flashlight radiation from
passing cars
a walk last night
pavement slamming
echoing against
silent homes and allies
a walk last night
old friends
old loves
seashore swept silently away
forbidden ground exposed
caves of childhood long
forgotten
walking in the night
Insomnia, Me
and no one else
streets empty, lonely
the town a reflection
I took a walk at night
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