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Gather All You Horses
by Walter LaVerne Jones
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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In the rile of freedom
A tired old cowboy stops to pray
He an't praying for salvation
He just prays to get away
And I know I am just wander upon
A truth I lie
A rock for a pillow
Nothing but pure blue sky
Horses run wails
Add drop of dew
And the music keeps playing
For once there was me
Now there is only you
I was in the mood for some water
Came upon a daughter of the sale
She was of the amber
I was of the of the gold
She said it does not matter
She just wanted some thing to hold
Every kiss was like sunshine
Every whisper pure shaman
Stopped by the answer
Let the burning sun take us sane
An't reason or living
Dying an't that grand
In the quiet of never
Always were a woman and a man
Traveled on the river
From here to eternity
Kept the anger in the sonnet
Set the last verse free
We are borne to travel
A road as wide as all night
Kept the moon a bay
Till we absorbed sunlight
Just a couple reaching for a passion known
Just tomorrow sitting on our precious stone
Was a drifter on pale white horse I cried
She was the answer but in our hearts we lied
Silver buckle on great stallion told
We were so much younger
Wiser to growing old
And I was in the mood for some water
Accepted her sweet wine
Kept for a season
Claimed her lust for mine
She drifted off on a great white whale she sighed
And in the midst of the crying
We both a little died
Sing a song of the hero
Watch his horse fade away
See the stars rest in honor
While the cast of fools play
We were the answer in heated bar we cry
One more for the country
Two more to die
And I know the silence of the death and the tomb
But it is the lover who controls the room
Just an old story of time mixed with fame
The entire honor like the whiskey finds the drain
In the rile of freedom
A tired old cowboy stops to pray
He an't praying for salvation
He just prays to get away
And I know I am just wandering upon
A truth I lie
A rock for a pillow
Nothing but pure blue sky
Horses run wails
Add drop of dew
And the music keeps playing
For once there was me
Now there is only you
In a bed of clover
Naked as the dawn
Angel waiting
Lover sings her song
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| Reviewed by sandra magle |
6/23/2011 |
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HEY YOU!~
Did you set this to music..... I swear I heard the chords...
here in wisc.... dad's in hospital again- day 34...a really long haul this time
miss you! SM
missed my trip to ga to come home here argh
and so it goes |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
6/21/2011 |
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Oh this is such a beautiful moving story poem...I could see old John Wayne,dreaming in the hot summer,under a tree...about days gone!!
GOTTA LOVE IT!! HEE_HAA!!
Love Tinka |
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