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What's Waiting There For Me?
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What's Waiting There For Me? |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I sit of an evening, my mind drifting back- To when I was carefree and gay.... Broad in the shoulders and lean in the hips And followed the “Cowboy way”. Interstate Forty, a mile east of Flagg- Chill factor ‘bout forty below. Dark quickly coming, chilled to bone- I stood there in hard, blowing snow... Bedroll and saddle, suitcase, and spurs- A yearn in my heart for the wild... A south Texas cowboy a long way from hold- I guess I was destiny’s child. The years I spent drifting and seeing the world- Have given me wealth beyond measure... The bosses, and buddies, the wrecks and the brawls Are what I consider my treasure. The time in the saddle, and days on the road- They give me perspective, you see... This civilized living will make a man fat... When moving a man’s really free. I top off my coffee, and stare to the west- At spaces so lovely and wide- Where friends are a waiting, to welcome me in, Somewhere out beyond the Divide. A brother, some cousins, grandparents, my mom- Have all made the crossing you see... The pathway to Hell good intentions have paved- I wonder what’s waiting for me. |
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Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
Love your rhythm and rhyme...your poetry just sings.... |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Excellent final stanza  ------------------ Alis volat propriis (She flies with her own wings) |
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