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The Old Days Still Rest Easy On My Mind
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The Old Days Still Rest Easy On My Mind |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Sitting on my suitcase, beside a Texas road; I didn’t have a dollar in my jeans. I had no place I had to be, nor place I had to go. I guess my staple diet was Campbell’s Pork and Beans. We used to call it living free, and doing as we pleased. But miles and years have left those days behind. And now I have a bank account, responsibilities… The old days still rest easy on my mind. I saw a lot of country back in those early years- Arizona, and New Mexico. At night, wrapped in my bedroll, I shed a lot of tears… Drifting was the only kind of life I used to know. If that was really living, somewhere I must have died. I must confess I still get itchy feet. There’s still a restless longing, I keep bottled up inside, To spend my life out where the sky, and far horizon meet. [This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 06-08-2000).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Hi Gunslinger...I always enjoy the story in your poetry...and you are so good at mood and flow. Well done as always! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Slinger~ And you make it sound so wonderful ... it's no wonder. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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