I used titles of songs from my childhood in this write-can you find them? My dad had a small farm at Windust after he retired and it is there still, though no one lives there now. My brother plans to build a home there, using the old Pacific Railroad concrete water tower as a foundation. When the railroad pulled out, their land adjacent to dad's property reverted to him, so now it makes up 25 acres. The old mobile still stands, inhabited by mice and hobos.
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"...for that wind made one a boy again. One could breath that only on the edges of the world, on the great grass plains or the sagebrush desert."
-Willa Cather
At the edge of the world there's a wayward wind and it comes from who knows where Blows in circles and comes up your back tugging at your shirt like a persistant child
Something moves as sage scrubs the air Jack rabbits scurry into their dens The moon's a reluctant visitor behind the clouds The river runs down and speaks in slow moans like the train in the distance that sounds so lonesome you could cry
In the shadows you can make out a shape but it is formless, void of light Some say the devil roams here and snatches souls But first he has to get through your tough hide Years of sandblasting can do it though and the sound of your voice in the wind
Cliffs rise up from the river in sentimented layers By day, you see how high it once roared through before they built the dam to harness her power and you can just make out ghost riders in the sky A rattler's shake will wake you from your reverie
Some have tried to farm here but it's a rough hoe The rocky, sandy soil is good for some things but what grows will probably be eaten by animals Crazy, don't they know it's the end of the world? But I suppose that's just why they are here...
A total do-do on the tunes front, I am afraid, Linda, but still immensely enjoyed this highly atmospheric and evocative write... could feel and taste it, somehow. Quite fancy a bit of heat and dust again myself... and to be an answer, blowin in the wind!! :)) LOL Kate xx
I concur with Eileen below completely, Linda !
I spotted several, but I will keep them under my hat...lols
Suffice to say, like me, I reckon you like Country music...:)
You have actually composed an endearing composite poem !
Love and Blessings
Peter
I picked out several but won't name them so others can find them;-) Excellent work Lin great imagery!...ist stanza first line...2nd st. last line...4th st.4th line...5th st. 4th line...That's all I found;-)
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so lonesome you could cry
ghost riders in the sky
don't they know it's the end of the world?
Those are the lyrics from four songs that I remember, Lin. Nicely done; stirs the soul. Love and peace,
Regis
a few songs, need to read it again.;)
Clever wordsmithing, wonderful imagery, melodies from memory lane. What a treat - I enjoyed immensely.
LL*
Did this once with my poem titles!!
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Felix
I spotted several, but I will keep them under my hat...lols
Suffice to say, like me, I reckon you like Country music...:)
You have actually composed an endearing composite poem !
Love and Blessings
Peter
~~martin~~
Eileen