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Arizona Night
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Arizona Night |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I love the dusty breath of wind- That flows down from the heights- Stars almost close enough to touch, On Arizona nights. The smell of sage, and greasewood, The lone coyote's howl- God only knows, are cares, what else... The desert night does prowl. The fragrant smell of coffee, Upon the open fire... The moon clearly illuminates- A lofty sandstone spire... How fitting for a monument- For a wanderer like me, I'll call this home, and die alone, Friend, this is living free. The desert hides the sun bleached bones- Of countless other men... Who lived their lives, and I suspect- They'd do it all again. The ghosts of Anasazi- The "ones who came before"- Wander through the dwellings- And across the canyon floor. Sometimes I almost see them, And my skin may crawl with fright. There's nothing else to quite compare With an Arizona night. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Slinger~ This is so vividly written - makes me want to be there ... 'The ghosts of Anasazi- The "ones who came before"- Wander through the dwellings- And across the canyon floor.' Oh ... to see their spirits walk the night would be a vision worth seeing ! I really like this one~ *I'd also stop by Phoenix and take Vicky with me to see them !  ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Gunslinger- Wow...what a wonderful image you've created...I almost feel like I'm in Arizona! Oh..wait...I AM in Arizona..LOL.  I really do love this, sir! You've done an excellent job of penning my home state, and have truly captured the spirit of Arizona within your words. Thanks for sharing this. ~vicky Marge- YES! If you're ever in Arizona, you'd best come by and pick me up!!  I'd love to show you around this state of mine, and I think you'd really enjoy the history here. Well..except for those 110 degrees+ summer temps  Guess ya can't have everything..LOL. Hugs to you.. "...until you have read the verse on his heart, you have not truely met the poet." -vlraynes [This message has been edited by vlraynes (edited 07-17-2001).] |
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Angel Senior Member
since 1999-07-02
Posts 551Pennsylvania |
The title caught my eye right away. I was born in Yuma but unfortunately my dad was stationed out there in the Marines and we left when I was only two. I want to go back so much, and this poem only makes me want to that much more. I loved the imagery. ~  ~*~Born to Blossom and Bloom to Perish~*~ |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Really a haunting poem. I've never been to Arizona but I lived in a ghost town in the high desert of Nevada for over five years and your poem really speaks to me. Found many arrowheads around the springs and an old Spanish spur on part of the Applegate Trail. Fascinating country. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
This is a wonderful poem So many beauiful images, both visual and sentimental I love the spirit of this poem, written in your natural style, with many exquisite phrases A work of art Liz |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
You've captured such wonderful imagery Gunslinger, and set the mood of this piece perfectly, excellent - much enjoyed! Best wishes, /Kit |
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