A Desert Town
by Constance Legters
Thursday, May 29, 2003
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dusty and forsaken,
fill with the quiet dark night.
Ghosts of the past
roam around corners,
searching for what has gone.
present a western backdrop
to the scene.
Men of iron
carved their relentless ways
through hostile land...
A long-forgotten dream
For the moment,
caught in the wake
of a long day's desert heat,
Indian spirits dance
beneath the moon and stars.
Tales of events
lend credence to the past,
folded in memories belonged
For this time, they rule the night,
whirling dervishes on a course
possesses all within a web
abandoned within a town
of dusty streets.
An aura of yesterday
spins into nostalgic memory.
all leaps back into the present.
A brilliant sunrise
takes possession of forgotten dreams,
pushing them back into oblivion
charging spirits to cease.
In this golden haze of reality,
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|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|Yes yes lovely imagery and poem!!!!
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|This is a wonderful description of the past. Great poem.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Great imagery and I love the pic.|
|Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
I think I live here. This is really great stuff ma'am!