A poem written when leaving Arizona to travel through Nevada and back to California
Kickin' up the dirt At the end of Red Cloud Road Day by day, scorching desert play This life, nothing is ever owed
My father was the caretaker Tending the old mineral mine Shut down again, that was when My family moved here for a time
My mother helped my dad Our life never settled in All around, from town to town Gypsies chancing for a win
'Go outside and find some fun!' Mother would always scream 'Other boys would forget their toys, In this here playground like a dream.'
And so it was each day Taking my lone self out to play Desperate heat, no easy feat Kickin' up red dirt all the way
The canyons would invite me Offer shade and cool to sit Climbing high, to touch the sky Owning freedom for a bit -------------------------------------------
Adorning their best outfits Friday shining in their eyes Fantasy Springs, a casino that brings Hope within it's gambling lies
They glance over their shoulders I'm told not to leave the house Locked and stowed, at Red Cloud Road Scared and quiet as a mouse
They return home fueled with drink No money left for dreams In my bed, filled with dread I listen to their screams
Escaping very early My playground said to offer 'fun' Kickin' dirt, not understanding hurt Tears dry quick in desert sun ------------------------------------------
Silent gaze upon the distant road Perched high on this desert rock Trucks and cars, traveling far My journey begs to leave this flock.....
The end of Red Cloud Road Kickin' up dirt is where i'd be Not for long, soon I'd be strong
Delightful KWP...There is no doubt, but of course you know this, you are a very talented writer. Love the story within the poem; descriptive, meaningful rhymes, a bit sad, yet ending with hope! Unfortunately, true life for some folks yet my heart breaks for the children who have to endure being born into a life of misery because of incompetent parents who apparently don't have the capacity to love even their own off spring. Nonetheless it is a sad reality in this world. In any event, good write my friend!
I read this a long time ago and I thought I reviewed it. But I didn't. That's weird.
This seemed like a movie.. the elusive emotions, pull of freedom and the hard times of the family falling upon everyone in different formats. This does seem very realistic in a manner.. wide eyed youngsters cannot wait to get out, stop "kicking up dirt" and "to wander far and to be free". inspiring with a sorrow and firing dreams
red clay and dirt of deserts kicks up a swirl of stories .. the power of broken dreams related to gambling and alcohol abuse is in stark contrast to the innocence of a little boy finding the release in child's play .. i agree with Rossen .. definitely a song in this .. tho this song is bent a bit different your title reminded me of it instantly .. hope you can check it :)
http://youtu.be/B3cpvK7dO_U
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This reads as if it should have been a narrative, it offers imagery, but lacks in the constant flow of poetry. I could see this turned into an unrelenting story of Red Cloud Road . . . great metaphor by the way. It’s a bit like climbing into a child’s mind of wonder . . . sitting out on the crest, reflecting, but not truly understanding the world around them. From what I’ve read, and little I’ve spoken to you, you have a great introspective outlook of the positive, light and dark, and I enjoy the insight, but the presentation seems flawed.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
aww well I was just experimenting with this - annnd - it was great fun to write - thanks JW ;) .. read moreaww well I was just experimenting with this - annnd - it was great fun to write - thanks JW ;)
Love this peek into your life, sounds as though it could be a country western song...can you sing as well as write poignant poetry Betty? ;-) x Nice work....!
I find it difficult to tell a story within a poem - you have done a fantastic job! It is a delight to read your poetry!
:) Julie
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
I very much enjoy the story within' the poem ... need a lot more time and perseverance though :) tha.. read moreI very much enjoy the story within' the poem ... need a lot more time and perseverance though :) thanks Julie x x
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