The Stranger (An Original Poem)

Once there was a mining town, that cleaved upon the desert brown. In this town was a saloon; beer was drunk from dawn till noon. Men clutched mugs of liquid gold, their drunkenness a fight forebode. Empty holster, empty head – deadeye discharged flying lead. He, gunslinger broad of chest, was well-regarded in the West.Continue reading “The Stranger (An Original Poem)”

Take Me (An Original Poem)

Take me where the air is clean; Flowers bloom, and grass is green. Where dirt paths are the ones folks trod, And beetles scamper in the sod; Where meadowlarks croon in the trees, And autumn leaves dance in the breeze; Where buttercups are wet with dew, And evenings cast a purple hue; Where grasses raiseContinue reading “Take Me (An Original Poem)”