It rained this spring And rained And rained And rained through early summer Rivers running high And ditches overflowing Creeks and ponds stretching Itchy fingers into fields And the grass grew The wild grass Tall and thick and heavy From roots sunk deep Into the Ogallala That maverick aquifer That incites the prairie To revolt And in the dry days of autumn The grass rattled dry stems A warning A dry reminder Of lost places Where the...
…he had come to take his chances
on that ornery cussed horse
they called the Texas Cur
You gave me the best the richest gift of all you gave me the house on the hill the best years when you were young and happy and full of fire You gave me a sister to love a baby brother all my own cousins and the family intact laughter singing in the car more laughter the stories tall tales over dishes still more laughter and a rock hill bright with diamond dust and amber and crystal How can you say I was deprived that I missed the...
The last stop
The final destination