Luck Rides A Stick Horse
Miracle Man
1/2023
My old Bronc Buster friend named Bucky.
From a California city that’s named Truckee.
He paid me no heed,
concerning his steed,
So old Bucky, from Truckee, wasn’t lucky.
OSPREY
On skies, you glared predator-proud talons and beak curved so
sharp as narrow-vision> focusing on doubling plenty to millions...
Prey abounded, you soared, till rivers faded to an unseen creep
richly sipping of bounties seeping DDT, while in your high tower
eagles hawked tainted by death unaccounted, until eggs fragile
yielded cracks in their oval, speed-plummeting to cries of: why…?
(10/13/2020: '89 Hacker-Craft; Truckee)
The Calf Roper
By
Tom Wright
From the California town named Truckee,
Came a roper of calves nicknamed Bucky.
But calves would troop,
Through his lasso’s loop,
He still thought he had talent, just unlucky.
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Blue Canyon
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: January/2014
Blue Canyon, is simply an oasis in the clouds,
that rest beneath a pristine
cerulean sky -
A picturesque town where imagination's
can run faster than the nearby Truckee River -
Nestled on a majestic cliff nearly a mile high
above a wooded canyon, adorned by thousands
of blue spruce trees -
In winter, (with snow falling), Blue Canyon,
is known as the snowiest place in America -
Rising towards the sky, like a blue moon
over the California, Sierra mountains -
It's not heaven, but, it's very
very close -
Blue Canyon, is simply, an oasis in the clouds
that rest beneath a pristine
cerulean sky -
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