Your mountains and prairies are safe from me,
it’s only your roads I want
89 in Utah, 191 in Montana,
route 50 cutting Nevada in half
I’m not looking to stay or upset your order,
like New Yorkers and Californians do
I just want to ride to tomorrow and back
—the view and the memories my home
(Dewey Montana: September, 1996)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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sadly, a lot of this I can't relate to
but its poetry, makes me yearn to..
thanks for sharing
(sorry couldn't unfurl the colloquialisms
my friend) my loss, of that I'm certain
The American West is being overrun by transplants from both coasts. They're
trying to dictate their misguided political views on people that have ranched and
farmed there for generations.
I'm no threat. I just want to borrow their roads (view) for a while.
Thanks
Kurt
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