Born on the underside of the mountain
raw
like the craw
of the coughing crow
Be quiet
Be still
Scrub brush hushing
Mountain lion catting in the dark
Be still
And let sunrise drag you
Right off of them blushing cliffs
Down to where the spring fog rides
Roughshod through the valleys
Heavy on the hills
and softly around the Joshua tree
This is the sun paled dirt
that breathes
deep
and clear
The land of home
Author notes
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A contest entry
- TAKE IT WHERE YOU WANT TO GO by Swan song.
700 points, ended February 25, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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very well spun a lovely write One to be proud of
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hhhhmmm I like it, this is a bold voice you have. And you're deviating from the predictable.
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