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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 lady’s 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 toward 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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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I know the near and hear of these needs, GS...and I too, heed them. It's a good thing. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
It is a good thing, John and an excellent poem. Ida |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Delightful, GS you do have a talent. |
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