MY EYES HAVE SEEN WYOMING ©

 My eyes have seen Wyoming,
And the hills that run thru it,
Buffalo the bison, Buffalo the town,
Cody stood so abound, bison hang around,
Hills out on the range, with Antelope to graze,
Antlers as radar antenna, scanning the heavens,
Sunlight refracts from an eye, a rainbow shoots,
High above Wyoming sky,  and then,
Devils Tower, high above the wild grass plain,
Stands guard over this a vast range,
Amber is the grains, that wave,
Eyes must catch it while the Eagle flies,
High aloft, with the hills around,
I have traveled this land,
Across Wyoming’s high country sky.©

COWBOYS NEVER DIE

 

 

Cowboys never die,
For they gather,
At the end of January every year,
There they do go to ELKO,
Snowbound travelers',
Walking frozen Idaho street,
All together in song
Singing in coyote harmony,
To Riders in the Sky,
With dreams of being,
Celloid Cowboy Stars,
Up on the big screen,
And not, pulling calves,
On a Sunday eve,
Nor fixing some gate,
That a bull charged thru,
Nor blowing a tire on a dirt road,
Forty miles from town,
With supplies for the next month,
Oh, Riders, Sing to us this night,
We will be in our lament,
Cowboys up on the screen,
Where all are the star,
Shooting across Nevada's Sky,
As if it was the Fourth of July...©

STARS FLICKER, OUR FLIGHT

Stars flicker thru the high loft of clouds, 

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Beckon us onward, as this is our journey,
Across plains we have traveled,
From far distant shores,
We emigrants to a new land,
Far from Erin’s mighty shore,
Sailors of water, as we sailors of land,
With gusts of wind at every command,
Point our schooners tongue to the Northern Star,
Which we spot, with effort   this night. 

With banjos and fiddles,

Our few musicians  gather,

A reel or a jig, the children’s laughter,

We see, thru the nights light,

Ensure us that hope is forever Spring,

We fall to the demand of sleep,

And await the first call of morning light,

To travel westward, to a new home,

This is the demand our flight…

Spindletop to Kerr-Magee

Spindletop to Kerr-Magee

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They were tall wooden structures,
Reaching upward for the sky,
There upon a small hill,
Called sacred by the Indians,
On the banks of the Neches River,
Sweating young men standing,
Wrapped in torn clothes,
Drillers dropping pipes into the depths,
Never gone before.


And along came the music,
Pipeliner blues, Moon Mullins,
Later Big Bopper and George Jones,
Walked the downtown streets,
A time that changed everything,
Import of young Nederland workers,
To work in the refineries,
That blossomed like steeples,
There along the Neches and Lake Sabine,


And, one day Cher drove across Rainbow Bridge,
Raising the window, the odor unacceptable,
In that film of Karen Silkwood,
A Port Arthur girl,
As warm as Janice Joplin and Mary Karr,
Moved to Kerr Oklahoma,
For work in Nuclear Technology,
As how so much are connected,
From Spindletop's first blow.

Spring is Returning

Mid winter is upon us,

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 Wolf Moon has rose in the night sky,
Clear visions of stars stand bright,
Promises are to come,
As February moves upon us,
March winds will come,
Bringing Spring upon us,
And the ancient druids are proud,
They stood at Stonehenge and counted,
Movement of the sun, its light spread about,
Welcome slowly the return of light.

WOLF MOON

 

 

 

I saw you, oh majestic Wolf Moon,
Full as a saucer of white light,
Shining thru the windows this night,
I hear your companions in the forest,
Wolf Clan gathering in song,
In solitude one stands outside my door,
I hear it's call,
I know not what it wants,
For I am absence of food,
And only a remembrance of fire in this cabin,
Oh Wolf Moon, you light shines bright,
I hear the Wolf Clan's call.~~~

 

 

 

Road Travels Leads to Wealth

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 As roads we travel, some short, others long,
like notes in our life's song, 
high and low, taking us to distant places, 
experiences accumulate our  rewards, 
sometime encounters are those of harms, 
the journey we started, sometimes wondering, 
why has this began, never to return to that start,
for it is never the same, our experiences, 
our tastes, the palate of exotic places, 
both in mind and in form,
our roads  traveled are of many forms, 
we have gained as we journey on,
thru an open door,  our adventures, 
becomes life's  greatest wealth, 
just by venturing thru the open door.

POETS OF HOWL

amid oaks standing with majestic arms, hounds dance as if ballerinas in tutus, their voices with reach of opera singers, echoing thru the trees, as squirrels set in oaks engaged in romance, these hound poets of howl they do, as squirrels throw acorns, only to encourage them to further their song...

Snowflakes Are Falling with Cheer

Winter snowflakes are falling,
Reindeer hear the calling,
Elves are busy as can be,
Making toys for you and me...

Rudolph with a nose so red,
Knows how to guide the sled,
As Santa loads his pack,

With gifts to bring us cheer.

Winter snowflakes are falling,
Reindeer hear the calling,
Elves are busy as can be,
Making toys for you and me...

I hear the sound of sleigh bells,
In the forest so near,
Loaded with gifts to bring us cheer,
And a better new year...

Winter snowflakes are falling,
Reindeer hear the calling,
Elves are busy as can be,
Making toys for you and me...

Choirs are singing in the street,
We hear the songs so clearly,
Singing of peace and joy,
Blessings we shall keep...

Winter snowflakes are falling,
Reindeer hear the calling
Elves are busy as can be,
Making toys for you and me..

We wish you a very Merry Christmas,
With dreams of holiday joy,
We wish you a Happy New Year,
To bring you great cheer...
C. dances with gators publishing,
dec 03, 2012~~~ de quincy la

Things to Cherish

I walk the path, the light I carry,
was entrusted to me,
by the ancients, my elders.

Forest of ancient abodes,
surrounded where meadows unfolded,
game for them to partake,
and soil to nurture, as elders suggested.

Streams of water pure must flow,
these seas that rivers reach,
will always remain as gifted.
Paths to walk with flora and fauna,
along river edges, these pathways,
still our ancients walk in silence,
watching our steps, this very night.

I walk the path, the light I carry,
was entrusted to me,
by the ancients, my elders.