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The Desert
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The Desert |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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The old man told me, "Listen, kid- The desert is alive. You'll have to learn to hear her voice- If you hope to survive. You must learn what to look for- Not only look, but see! Watch for Gambrel's quail, son And always watch the bee. They're never far from water- And that's the staff of life... Always carry salt, son... And you really need a knife. A gun is good, but heavy... It's best to travel light, And never face the blazing sun- But only walk at night. There's water in the wastelands- If you know where to look... You have to learn her language, And read her like a book... |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
BRAVO!!!!Gosh I love how your poems sing. I could hear the echo of his voice. Magnificent. **hugs**  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
There is a story teller in you. Very expressive and complete. |
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