Marooned (Part 2 Of 6) Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams

After some time
one of the younger
poetesses came to me

with an idea
She said we could
use charcoal from the fire

and the bark
of a certain tree
on the island

and now we could
write our poems down
and preserve them!

I stared at her
beautiful face and marveled
at her ingenuity

and realized that she was
about my same age
suddenly I no longer thought

about poetry but started
thinking about multiplying
and replenishing the earth

I cast those thoughts aside
as best I could but had
to ask what her name was

her name was Jessica Lockhart
and suddenly my heart was locked
on her and would not let go

one of the other poets heard
her suggestion and immediately
went to the fire pit for some charcoal

and wrote the following poem
on a slab of bark from
one of the trees:

(To be continued in part 3)