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What Drives Me On
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What Drives Me On |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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In every heart there lives a need- To hear, to be, to do- I think I know what drives me on I wonder friend do you? I need to hear the wild geese cry- The lonely timber wolves- The mustangs ranging free and wide The thunder of their hooves. I need to feel the trade winds blow A ladies sweet caress- Upon the face of wanderers- Which will not let them rest. I need to see a bloody sun Descend into the sea- And lie beneath a starry sky Which seems to beckon me. If you can track a timber wolf Upon a rocky crest- Perhaps you'll find the path I leave- As I am heading west. If you can chart the wild goose' path Or map the Ocean streams- Perhaps indeed you'd follow me- To conquests in my dreams If you may know the pachyderm And where his bones might lie? Perhaps in time you'll know in fact The place I'll go to die. I want no pomp, nor floral sprays When I lay down to rest- I want to die with gun in hand And facing t'ward the west. That my last sight before I die Would be the setting sun- Perhaps I'll hear the nighthawk cry "At last his race is run." |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Nice work in the mood and style of the cowboy poet. Ride on. Chase the dream even when it has been caught, there is always more. ~ Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. ~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
This is absolutely exquisite, John. I like it even more than the Moon one. This is my new favourite of yours, with the possible exception of some of your earlier horsy ones. I absolutely relate to it all (except, of course, the lady's sweet caress! - and also the gun, but I understand about both). Owl |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I'm with Owl on this one. You stum a sad tune on the ole heartstrings. Lori |
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