Sunset rusty-red bled onto dark mountains
just one more night of starry skies.
Parrie dogs chirping warnings; his colt
loaded if the rattler comes that way.
Fire burning moon-shining he remember love
was a prison; until he hit this trail of dust
calling out his name, "Come on McDivel you're
life's side-winder; it's in ya blood to roam."
Lonely stars winking as he slept
showing his soul he was never alone.
Just before dawn pulls up her solar curtain
horse saddled ready to take it on home.
Less then ten miles from Lil's ranch
hearing her old jolly laugh again.
Sho-nuf missing home cooked vittles
cornbread greens smoke jowl
white beans sweet onion, fried hen.
Soon he'lll be home until that call to roam
cuts a path over hills, thru winters chills
black coffee wolves coyotes
on the hunt again; man, beast alone.
Author notes
prompt: I'm looking for country!
Poem inspired by a western tale titled; John McDivel written by Brazos Mason
photo from Flicker
In a list
A contest entry
- The Real West by Haygood.
1750 points, ended November 13, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Can you see him camping on a winter night?
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This is real.
This is not the Hollywood west. It is lonely out there. I think you tried to get it all in with this one. I liked the line; Just before dawn pulls up her solar curtain. You wouldn't hear that in the west but it creates a good picture of the morning sum coming up.
Thank you for the entry.
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Nice job. good luck in the contest.
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excellent!
made me wanna go rassle a bull, n rustle up some cattle! l.o.l. loved the story, and excellent imagery..
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Well done novy. The scenes just unrolled before my eyes. Mmmmm some good food also. Good luck in the contest.
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Wow...not only country but the life style of back at the ranch with the cowboy scenio, such beautiful, serene visuals that you paint with your words. Excellent. Blessings.
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