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Corinne
Member Ascendant

since 1999-10-28

Posts 5167
state of confusion

0 posted 2001-02-26 10:55 PM

Dairy Mart Road

My girlfriends and I
used to drive
the seventeen miles
to the Mexican Border,
to rent horses by the hour.
I favored a spirited Appaloosa
named Cory.

We rode two miles
along a sandy road
to reach the beach,
with only a chain-link fence
dividing one world
from the other.

The stench of untreated sewage
often drifted upwind;
you got used to it, though
if you came here often enough.

There were plenty of holes
in that fence;
we’d meet young men,
sometimes just kids
climbing through
to our side.

In those days, no one cared,
I never saw the U.S. Border Patrol,
or those signs
depicting families
crossing the freeways -
now visible from San Ysidro
to San Clemente,
some hundred miles north,
where Nixon lived.

Dairy Mart Road
has been replaced
by barbed wire,
the vegetation cleared
for a militarized zone
of four wheel drive
green and white vehicles,
night vision goggles,
and super-charged,
testosterone-powered rifles.

It used to be safe, too,
to drive down to La Paz,
the tip of the Baja -
folks were friendly,
but that was before the
Peso took a dive
and Banditos ruled.

I wonder where
the horses went.

© 2001 Corinne Bailey

SEA

Moderator

Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

1 posted 2001-02-26 11:04 PM

beautifully told, painfull sad........excellent writing....

SEA

Red-uni
Member

since 2000-07-30

Posts 192
Georgia, USA

2 posted 2001-02-26 11:51 PM

hi Cor,
Good writing. I enjoyed your poem.
Red

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

3 posted 2001-02-27 01:39 AM

Wonderful reflections of a happy past and the experiences that always change with time. To look back through your perspective here was very interesting...I could paint your scenes somewhat...and I could feel the emotions of the changes....ethome

The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges.

Irish Rose
Member Patricius

since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

4 posted 2001-02-27 09:13 AM

I could HEAR the hoofbeats, see the picture, marvelous specific imagery, inspiring!

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee

Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean

since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

5 posted 2001-02-27 09:47 AM

Corinne,
Good thoughts, good words, good write. Sy

Packratmike
Senior Member

since 2001-02-25

Posts 632
California, USA

6 posted 2001-02-27 09:58 AM

I read this at least 3 times last nite and didn't comment. I came back this morning and read it again. Something about it grabs me....kinda like looking at a good picture on a gallery wall. You carry the image with you after you walk away. Good job!

Lady In White

Member Elite

since 2001-02-12

Posts 2799
USA

7 posted 2001-02-27 10:01 AM

Brings to mind many questions...and so many vivid memories, thank you for this...

Parker
Member Elite

since 2000-01-06

Posts 3129
ON

8 posted 2001-02-27 01:57 PM

Maybe one day we'll be a big happy family with no borders and no fences, and the horses will come back. Nice write sweet poet.

Park

Corinne
Member Ascendant

since 1999-10-28

Posts 5167
state of confusion

9 posted 2001-02-27 03:15 PM

Thank you, SEA!

Reddie, hi! Great to see you here! You'll love this place, very caring and inpsiring!

Ethome, a picture, why thank you!

thank you, Kathleen and Sey!

Packratmike - Thanks so much!

Thank you Lady In White, attempting at more conflict here!

Park, if only...!

Cor

Sven

Member Laureate

since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

10 posted 2001-02-27 07:06 PM

quote:
I wonder
where the horses went

I wonder too Corinne. . .

wonderful. . .

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