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Dairy Mart Road
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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Dairy Mart Road My girlfriends and I used to drive the seventeen miles to the Mexican Border, to rent horses by the hour. I favored a spirited Appaloosa named Cory. We rode two miles along a sandy road to reach the beach, with only a chain-link fence dividing one world from the other. The stench of untreated sewage often drifted upwind; you got used to it, though if you came here often enough. There were plenty of holes in that fence; we’d meet young men, sometimes just kids climbing through to our side. In those days, no one cared, I never saw the U.S. Border Patrol, or those signs depicting families crossing the freeways - now visible from San Ysidro to San Clemente, some hundred miles north, where Nixon lived. Dairy Mart Road has been replaced by barbed wire, the vegetation cleared for a militarized zone of four wheel drive green and white vehicles, night vision goggles, and super-charged, testosterone-powered rifles. It used to be safe, too, to drive down to La Paz, the tip of the Baja - folks were friendly, but that was before the Peso took a dive and Banditos ruled. I wonder where the horses went. © 2001 Corinne Bailey |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
beautifully told, painfull sad........excellent writing....  SEA |
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Red-uni Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 192Georgia, USA |
hi Cor, Good writing. I enjoyed your poem. Red |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wonderful reflections of a happy past and the experiences that always change with time. To look back through your perspective here was very interesting...I could paint your scenes somewhat...and I could feel the emotions of the changes....ethome The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I could HEAR the hoofbeats, see the picture, marvelous specific imagery, inspiring! "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey." Laurie Lee |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Corinne, Good thoughts, good words, good write. Sy |
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Packratmike Senior Member
since 2001-02-25
Posts 632California, USA |
I read this at least 3 times last nite and didn't comment. I came back this morning and read it again. Something about it grabs me....kinda like looking at a good picture on a gallery wall. You carry the image with you after you walk away. Good job! |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Brings to mind many questions...and so many vivid memories, thank you for this... |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Maybe one day we'll be a big happy family with no borders and no fences, and the horses will come back. Nice write sweet poet. Park |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, SEA! Reddie, hi! Great to see you here! You'll love this place, very caring and inpsiring! Ethome, a picture, why thank you! thank you, Kathleen and Sey! Packratmike - Thanks so much! Thank you Lady In White, attempting at more conflict here! Park, if only...! Cor |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
quote: I wonder too Corinne. . . wonderful. . . -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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