Run Before Death Catches You (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Run Before Death Catches You
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Dirty is the night long is the fight, still few go father than home
i *Got myself a memory* *of the days when I was free* *drank my fill of good clean water* *did not own or owe no nobody* *just walked the path of glory* *my soul was mine to keep* ii *Mountains creek in the vale of* *destruction* *Desert screams dust left in the* *grave of fountains* *slow beat of a strumming guitar* *wave of her skirt* *show starts in the water of dying* *cactus flowers grow* *burning sand takes the body dreaming* *mirage knows* *iii* *Love it takes the final flower* *turns the boy into a man* *don�t you want forever* *slip the brandy in her hand* *child of grace just like the river* iv *Lover of his hand* *she is the wonder of forever* *he is her loving man* *will and faith go on in silence* *walk the water* *see the land* v *If you ever can find a moment* *then you just might understand* *field is clover in the back ground* *body tested in the mind* *watch the willow reach up grab her* *just one time for old times* vi *Swing the rope and dance the jig* *for the whole world to see* *we was his little angel* *I was her final dream* *vii* *Rope hangs limp now* *town gone back to bed* *black boy he is swing* *cold and dead* *viii* *Take your mother hear your father* *leave this place* *chase the river to the north* *son don�t let anger touch your face* ix *Got no money got no plans* *just pushing for the gold* *watch you back boy* *if you want to get very old* x *In a cabin in the hills before time* *heard a train screaming beat you* *as the fiddle kept the time* *rosy she is a singing* *in the garden of the Lord* xi *The last of forever is on the clothesline* *heading north* *Black the water cold and ugly* *sweet the angels soul* *xii* *If you going to meet* *my Mary best you have* *a pouch of gold* *xiii* *She will take all you have* *leave you only with your soul* *see him swing in the morning* *hear is crying in the night* *she was his darling* *they took her then his life* *xiv* *Work her till she can barely move* *each a turn in mountain of her lose* *Boys are laughing a drinking* *as he kills them one by one* xv *No dust will ever see him* *he is forever north on the run* *Mountains creek in the vale of* *destruction* *Desert screams dust left in the* *grave of fountains* *slow beat of a strumming guitar* *wave of her skirt* *as her savor she meets*

Reviewed by Walter Jones

Reviewed on February 16, 2005

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Man, this took me to places in the dep south and hidden north
touched songs sung from the belly and on sweat lines
making way for trains...
soulfully sad memories

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)

A very interesting saga here and one can feel the despair and the anger of the boy.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Great story/poem yet again Walter!!

ove Tinka

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 15, 2005

An excellent saga/poem well written stirring many emotions.

etw

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Very nicely-written and well-told. Enjoyed.

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)