it is apparent
snow would slide swift
as a right from Jack Dempsey
on bristly chin of prairie
that goes on and on
like bad smell of gas flares
with no trees to catch it
land sectioned off with barbed wire
is molested by tumbling weed
scrambling in their search
for a breast of Milk River
to latch on to
this is land of retreat
where topsoil has long left
like Nez Perce Joseph
who hung his hide up on hopelessness
land where bones of outlaws
and dinosaurs sunk in that same despair
that causes penned up wolves
to howl whether there is a moon or not
train whistle is hollow and swallowed
by poisoned sod in its rush
back to skeleton hills of the Dakotas
Author notes
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Prompt: bones
In a list
A contest entry
- Rust Gravel and Bones by voices.
1050 points, ended December 12, 2007, 12 entries
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WOnderful...Yay!
"I will fight no more forever"
Chief Joseph ( but you know this
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Thank You, Thank You,
Oh My heavens, THANK YOU.
Fantastic.
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You are so welcome and thank you....
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Simply historically great and rich with life.
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ty my friend....you know this started to brew on the train home..
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