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Talking Bones |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Talking Bones They lie beneath the desert sands- Location? No man knows... If they could speak, what tales they’d tell- Of triumphs and of woes. Of love, adventure, thirst for gain- To win some maidens hand. But all those dreams have vanished now Beneath the shifting sands. Perhaps a life of luxury, Forsaken in the East- Adventure’s guidon led them West, Until the journey ceased.. Was it an arrow, rifle ball, Perhaps Apache lance? That served to lay this traveler low And hasten death’s advance. Perhaps by night he lost his course- Upon the trackless sand- And first the desert slew his horse And finally the man. Perhaps he crossed a swollen stream- Or almost did...I guess. And drowned beneath the muddy foam, And thus resigned his quest. Or did his pony slip and fall- Perhaps to break his leg.. And slow and painful his demise, Did he for mercy beg? Endless possibilities- The list goes on and on- The tales unsung of western men, Oh, for those talking bones! ------------------ Live large, people! ~GS~ http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
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Excellent piece of writing, Gunslinger! Always an interesting read! ------------------ Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Stories told The tales unfold Where secrets lay But yesterday The finder chilled At truth revealed When in the ground The bones were found Nice one GS  ------------------ Alis volat propriis (She flies with her own wings) |
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