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Black Powder Mountain
Just about a mile outside pyrite town
there's black powder mountain, forever looking down.
It has a grizzly disposition and a couple veins of mean
lightning licks the summit at every opportunity.
Some went up to tame it and vanished like a dream
some say they saw the ghost of an old Chickasaw chief.
One night, a 90-proof bet got the better of me
I quickly packed up some grub and a fifth of bravery
I brought my four-legged chum, for a little company.
We made our way through the speckled forest
waded a half dozen icy creeks
that night I prayed up a little fire
to keep the ghosts from icing dream.
A thick mist slithered up the valley
that night I prayed up a fire
to keep the grizzly off the dream.
The night dealt nothing but jokers and spades
Something barreled through the forest
to where the two of us lay.
My eyes were wider than the barrel of my gun
I fired off a warning shot to keep the phantoms on the run.
Imagination was beating like a war drum
and somewhere in the tricksters night
I lost my little chum.
I never made it to the summit and lost the 90 proof bet.
A day later, when I was airing out my tent...
out popped the feintest chant and a pale green arrowhead.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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