ride outta townA Poem by RuseInexout in the open left the last town big city L A lights burned like hell surrounding cumulus clouds, white, white grey, light filled, drifting across the dome of clean blue sky free of con and chem trails, for now the wind chill moves across my face it awakens memories of high pristine peaks standing stark in intense bright sunlight on the high plains, filled with yellow grass, rusty rocks, brittle ground burrowed with varmit holes the dry air the sound of a bird, a horse, its neigh, its iron shod hooves, like sharp flint on rock, making it way, rider on its back, carried away to bounce to my hungered ear, like a bell ring, clear, even the sound of leather squeaks almost as loud even against the bit with all those metallic rings and things that go with the gear, strirrups and buckles and such with the clouds watching from high above to far down below, to me, my heart flares and skips a beat here i am watching the rider and the horse, with plenty of time to contemplate, is it going to be another bad event? how’s night gonna fall? biscuits and whiskey washed down with slow talk and rehashed news or jerky and beans followed with watered down coffee followed with sleep? or will it go south? guns drawn last sundown with no more clouds in the morning last night no clear blue sky no meadow lark on high plains no haunting chill of wind blowin’ across rolling knolls across your lovely southern face morning comes freckled cheeks ruby lips of pure red sparkling eyes reflect the sky speckled with emerald green my lovely dream my lonely memory you followed me you spent the night it's alright body heat sweet southern breath past your sweet lips into mine that's why i love you you don't take things lightly you let love move slow you know what's yours worth fighting for into the wind we ride freckled cheeks ruby lips of pure red sparkling eyes reflect the sky speckled with emerald green my lovely dream my lonely memory turned back real © 2019 RuseInex |
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Added on March 16, 2019 Last Updated on March 16, 2019 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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