Sage Brush Poems - Poems about Sage Brush

...I glanced in the side view mirror of the U-Haul truck. One mile forward, one more, and then another. With each mile forward everything familiar slipped further and further away. The lush, tree-cov......Read the rest...

...Note: Coochie Road is a real place. "The Girl From Coochie Road" Under a Void Moon, dying in a midnight sky, Rain falls like burning snow. Her burning tears f......Read the rest...

...A sagebrush is a subshrub with bitter juice. A sage is a mature or venerable person of sound judgment. BITTERNESS O bother and surrender! Bitterness, I tell to hush. Th......Read the rest...

...Whispers in the morning trying to find your way listen to the bluebird and what she has to say The notes are soft and gentle every one is played for you the sounds of sweet ambrosia her feel......Read the rest...

...He was a cowboy problem child rescued by a mendicant sage brush sorcerer resulting in his remembering everything flawlessly insolently permanantly birth death life things in space have a beer ow......Read the rest...

...And the cemetery was still and serene A palette of muted greens, browns, tans and warm gray scene Fence-post with barbed wire surrounds the garden Seashells and caliza, sage brush, cactus, and......Read the rest...

...On The Range You are an old cowboy now. Your bronco riding and rodeo days are over. You now mostly drive a pick up truck or ATV instead of a riding a horse. You drink you whiskey straight, and your......Read the rest...

...A lady of the earth Herbs candles and rebirth All is good All is well Oils and incense A healing smell Sage brush burning to cleanse her home in her yard resides a gnome fairies crystals ......Read the rest...

...Wichita Flats was a town that was once out west long ago. Just a sage brush or two is all that remains now. Dance halls thrived there from one end of town to the next. ......Read the rest...

...I look upon a dam today That nature didn't build The water wasn't gentle As the rocks will soon reveal The danger it is producing From rain and melted snow Has caused problems to others Wher......Read the rest...

... Heat turns the Prairie into waves like an ocean. Churin’ grass in a rollin’ fluid motion. As the wind blown waves crossest an ember sea, An’ the Sage Brush bends without a knee. Hea......Read the rest...