With feathers of iron and a locomotive swoop,
The whistle of a siren and a mighty war whoop
Dust of rust, west or bust
Wagon wheel, a scalp to peel
Sea of grass a mountain pass
Stones of bones trail of crumbs
Footprints, embossed in frost distant drums
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: November 22nd, 2024 05:24
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments6
This poem feels of the wild west and the ills of Western expansion! Great poem! Instant fave! 🌹👏🖤❤️🖤
Thank you so much, Tristan. I appreciate your review and your kind words.
Your are welcome, Soren!
Reminds me of what I consider a classic with Spencer Tracy as well as the Oregon Trail.
Thank you so much Cryptic Your words are most appreciated thank you so much
Ahh, drumes in the title! heehee.
Thank you Orchi It is appreciated
You take the reader on the journey with you. Excellent work.
Thank you, Thomas as always I appreciate your read of the poems and your comments
Good words soren, reminding us of times gone by.
Andy
Thank you, Andy yes, a little nostalgia from a time long gone.
May the drums roll for an encore superb. 🌹
Thank you so much, Teddy. I appreciate your reading this piece and for your kind wishes. Those past drums are always heard as echoes in the mind.
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