Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: the Mohave desert,of Southern California
MAN, I LOVE THIS DESERT (another poem by Stardust 9-6-10)
I like to think of myself
as an old grizzled
desert cowboy--
Riding a pregnant Pinto mare
into the brushland,
the wasteland--
where no one with a lick of sense
would ever go--
especially in the middle of August...
A place of tangled mesquite
and creosote,
and scorpions almost large
enough to saddle and ride--
Almost a place where time forgot--
with NO one but my horse and me
for miles around...
But then, I've always had
a larger than life
sense of myself.
An overblown ego
needing most of the time to simply
get over myself.
I've never even owned a horse--
Hell, I grew up a rich kid
mostly in Connecticut.
But what the heck my friends,
in my mind,
it's been a good ride.
The sun scorched my brain a bit,
and some people fired a few slugs
over my head--
but all in all,
I did what I always do the best.
THAT'S always been
to keep the fire burning,
to stir the pot,
to tell my stories,
and to keep the beans from burning...
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