Open Poetry #4 |
Riding Into the Sunset |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
Riding into the sunset, May seem romantic to some- I fear that it loses it’s glamor, When it’s all that a man’s ever done. The call of the wild is a fever, Which quickly develops a thirst, To walk on the pathway less traveled, To get to some lonely spot first. To gaze on the beauty and grandeur, Of a high mountain meadow in spring- To follow the salmon when spawning, To go where the waterfalls sing. To lie of a night in the desert, The Milky Way seems “touching” close- Smelling the sage and the huisatche, Is when I want someone the most. A soft hand to reach out and touch me- When the wolves sing their praise to the sky- Soft lips to gentle my slumber, Her body there close at my side. Sunrise, and sunset, and moonfall- I face them each day on my own- And look down the backtrail of mem’ry- And wonder where my life has gone. |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
This is so beautiful Gunslinger! |
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Iloveit Senior Member
since 1999-09-02
Posts 1121NM |
will ditto Martie, loved this, you write beautifully |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Okay....I'm admittedly a fan ------------------ Alis volat propriis (She flies with her own wings) |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
loved this! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
This is so beautiful ! |
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