Like a distant radio station
out there, somewhere,
is a song calling
in the glimmer of light falling,
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These lines gave me an odd deja vu that was delicious..you excel at this kind of writing, don't ever stop, please. (smile)
This poem is so sad. I can really sense the heartache you must have felt when writing it.
I see open skies and long prairie ripples on the skyline, skies of rippled cloud and the neck of a bay mare shaking her head. Seared grass and a buzzard circling overhead.... Rocks..
Smoky-This is a moving poem and brings me peace of mind. Great job. Claudia
I travel with nothing more Than what I wear, Old worn boots Faded jacket Hat for shade Canteen for thirst I'll trust the love of strangers With food to share Beautiful lines Smoky!
Good poem really good poem. To feel So far away from home must be hard. But i think the spirits will be watching Over you, keeping you safe. Best wishes Dave
As you know Smokey I am in love with the Mojave, I hope to return in a couple of years and if God grants me my wish, to remain there, this poem brings it so close to me.
Native Americans have a wonderful way with words, nice write Smoly Jim
Beautifully written, my friend. I LOVE the last lines....so well said! This is a winner in my book, and I can somehow relate though not in the desert, but being 3000 miles from my hometown, from coast to coast, yet always missing my hometown and family. Great write Smoky, thanks for sharing.