Sentiments of the
Southwest
home on the
range the cowboys used to sing
purple mountain's
majesty through rarified air mountains lay in watch
sacred
mountain mother mountain adorned with skull
home on the
range the cowboys used to sing
boots and
saddles horses hooves stomp shape shifters
dust devils rise
up spin and just as quickly disappear
home on the
range the cowboys used to sing
to the cattle on
the old santa fe trail roundup
rodeo bull rider
tight jeans broken bones and all
home on the
range the cowboys used to sing
stars fly in the
night time sky chaco canyon
ancient old mysteries and secrets whispered among the ruins
home on the
range the cowboys used to sing
low adobe
walls pinion smoke in winter hatch green chilies
roasting in the
air the smell of sage after the rain
home on the
range the cowboys used to sing
shame buried in
the sand land of enchantment
animal trails in the
sage silence of the night broken coyote howls
May 5, 2016
5 comments:
scattered words,
powerful poem.
This is rich in Southwest culture. Love the repetition of "home on the range the cowboys used to sing". I am a huge "Hatch" fan. We go to the town of Hatch for green chile cheeseburgers every time we go to NM.
Beautiful word image.Land of....the silenceof the night,admirable.
This is absolutely stunning...I love the feeling that each idea is captured in single freeze frames...each image lands and then slips away with a new one...really cool. I really love the contrast of stillness and then the howl in your closing. Wonderful work, Annell
This is so beautiful and absolutely transports me there , to the desert, to the mesa, along the rolling mountains..........when I visit my home town in the Okanagan, I love the smell of sage, growing on the hills, and always stop to pick some............this poem also reminds me of listening to the radio in my grandma's living room, Home On the Range and Tumbling Tumbleweed were favourites.........
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