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Other People’s Pain

The money comes from other’s pain And goes to healing other’s pain   I do not cause the pain I simply take it’s photograph   I search the pain out in small towns And hidden city parks   Some towns … Continue reading

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Canyon Dream

Deep deep down That canyon is still there Beneath bayou mud And autumn snow   Her river runs Within my blood To never reach The sea   Salt Cedar Cheat grass And Vegas Suck her dry   And I May … Continue reading

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Yampa Canyon Poem

Deep deep down That canyon is still there Beneath bayou mud And autumn snow   Her river runs Within my blood To never reach The sea   Salt Cedar Cheat grass And Vegas Suck her dry   And I May … Continue reading

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Beneath the Cottonwoods

Beneath the cottonwoods The old spring sat Hidden unless you knew   Here in these Great Plains The old travelers knew The trees meant water   And this morning As the sun broke over the horizon And we broke camp … Continue reading

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Gone West

Gone West . Gone West into that fine land Beyond the horizon The land of dreams . Gone to Texas It’s skyscrapered plains Where cattle used to roam . Gone to Mountains That lick the sky Above the trees . … Continue reading

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Columbus’ Daughter

Driving through the other neighborhood Pointed towards downtown I saw Columbus’ Daughter . Weighed down by her world Facing towards Drake’s skyline But this is still her city . All around us both The smell of chilis Fill the air … Continue reading

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I’ve Acquainted with the Dawn

I have been acquainted with the dawn I’ve seen her glow Kiss mountain tops And grasp deep canyons . I’ve worked from dusk to dawn And greeted her rosy cheek I’ve worked from dawn to dusk And remembered her all … Continue reading

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North Country Roads

North County Roads, lead me home To that old place, that old room Another autumn, beside the falls Maples orange, birches yellow Apple Jack in the barrel And wood smoke in the air . Cold crisp mornings up by the … Continue reading

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Mountain Drive

To drive again Up into those hills Past the Rez Mission . And beyond The pavements end To look down . On dry stream beds Marked only By aspens . They have Turned yellow And grasp its edges . Waiting … Continue reading

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The Final Ride

I see Those photographs Color prints And feel a fear . I can feel And smell So much Of what is there . The blazing Orange heat Black smoke Clogging lungs . Burning diesel Vinyl and chrome I know those … Continue reading

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