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The Desert
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The Desert |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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I rolled my bed out on the sand, Then built a coffee-fire. This wild and lonely desert, Is the home that I desire. The smell of sage upon the wind, Coyotes sing their song. Out here in the desert- Is the place where I belong. I'm looking back on fifty- That's a lot of wasted years- My brow is lined by worry, And my cheeks are carved by tears. I used to love the ladies Their laughter light and free, Now, out here in the desert, Is the only place for me. It is my close companion, With a unique set of sounds... And life unseen by eye of man, Each time the sun goes down. Friends and loved ones, long since dead, Come here to share my fire, Night here in the desert, Is all that I desire. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Nobody...but nooooobody tells a story like you cowboy. Love this piece. Hugs~ To have lived the dream of a love so true... |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Wow! This is a very good write... makes me feel like I'm there too. A most excellent poem!  |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
This truly speaks to me in pictures. I see this perfectly in my mind John. Tremendous write. Thanks for sharing this special place and time with us. believe in what your heart feels... |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...the desert is a good place for solitude...James |
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