Strong Bonds
Muddy river,
crystal clear,
and sometimes green as grass.
Grains of sand, hot on the pan,
Gifts of pine?, smell all you can…!
Cowboys, Indians, artists
and rodeo, powwows.
Towns gone,
now ghostly kept…
Mines, claim jumpers,
stagecoaches and poker players,
School teachers,
and the right to vote?
Mountain men…
Too many people,
and broken treaties.
Ever paving the way
toward the future…
of a highway.
Scoundrels and sheriffs,
preachers and train trackers,
carpetbaggers, and mayors…
purveyors of law, yet without order.
History remembers…,
Don’t let them forget.
Pioneers, robbers, and slaves,
built OUR country…
Heroes of a past,
we need more today,
than ever before.
Stand up men that put their life on the line.
Western hearts, that carried through time.
Horse and saddle, bronc and buster,
ride again into the sun!
“In God We Trust”
Categories:
stagecoaches, america, happiness, hero, mountains,
Form: Free verse
A spider drank cider and was legless at breakfast
Now this placid arachnid with a shoddy wee body
Asked weevils so evil if they each had a needle
Could they just for a joke smoke while they poked
At erudite mites with myopic eyesight
And bedridden black beetles who bawled noon and night
At bow legged bees who could bumble and fumble
With wasps that were dishy but got into a tizzy
Watching high jumping fleas pee in the sea
Beside conniving cockroaches who approached in stagecoaches
Near trails of pale snails drinking buckets of ale
Sold by charming blow flies wearing spotted bow ties
In a dark damp old cellar with an ant storyteller
Whose sight had declined until he was blind
Who made up strange tales of fat whales with sharp nails
That fed on a diet of cat, sprat and rat
Carrying small bugs who never gave hugs
To horn-tailed yellow midges wearing red tartan breeches
And whopper leafhoppers sucking monster gobstoppers
So the spider could laugh like a three legged giraffe
And begin to grin at the insects chagrin
Categories:
stagecoaches, nonsense,
Form: Light Verse
A look back at the old western days
A time around horse driven carriages in their ways
Stagecoaches that travelled deep in mountain terrains
It was even during storms with heavy rains
Indians attacking over territory
But under the watchful eye of old glory
Here now continues our story
Settlers looking for a place to live
A new life where they could strive
Later tents were temporary put up
As work was being done in building permanent shelter houses
The houses had to be sturdy in all kinds of weather bouts
Stability is what I am talking about
Determination to stay put no matter what
The settlers would not be chased away
Having faith every step of the way
Traveling from place to place was quite difficult especially moving wagons through deep mountains
It was stuff, but the settlers showed they could be rough
Settled west, well that was enough
Survival in settling down, but being stability bound.
Categories:
stagecoaches, adventure, age, america, change,
Form: Concrete