With ten more miles of wire
my horse wants to turn back
There’s dark clouds over the mountain
just a small tent in my sack
The fence line sits all busted
from two bulls that went astray
They both missed being neutered
last year on roundup day
My hands are cold and blistered
that salve jar all but gone
Two wolves begin to howling
that lonesome prairie song
The storm clouds now have thickened
light pulls its covers back
Just one more night on the western slope
—with eight miles left to track
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
"From 'The Searching For Crazy Horse Collection'"
'Written In 2006'
My Back To The Light
All of my life,
I’ve been trying to hide
Drifting untethered
roaming inside
All of my life,
I have chosen to wait
Judging unholy
making mistakes
All of my life,
my arms have been short
The reach much too long
as failure reports
All of my life,
the truth insecure
My back to the light
—the present unsure
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2014)
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Kurt,
Two excellent writes!
I noticed the reference to āThe Searching For Crazy Horse Collectionā! It made me think of you on your bike riding on those dark roads! You knew the risks but that didnāt stop you! You did what you were inspired to do! Very courageous of you!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura, when I get time (tongue n cheek) I'm going to publish
all of those 'Crazy Horse' poems.
I wish I was back in the Rockies now.... SOON!
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Kurt
My pleasure!
You know Iāll be waiting for them!š
Actually, this very moment, I started the rereading of āSearching For Crazy Horseā!
You're unbelievable. I'm so blessed!
As am I!
Have a good night!
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