John Lyday Poems
- Colorado Small Town Memories A dog named Pups and a cat named...
- Why I Don'T Write I sift meticulously amidst the clutter of ...
- America 2009 America has traded in his Mercedes For a beat ...
- David And Goliath A lithesome youth takes to the field. A ...
- Winter's Garden I visited a garden, smothered in frost and ...
- Disjointed My pencil does not fit the sharpener. Although I ...
- Rickety Rhyme rickety man, rickety house quickly ran, saw a ...
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Colorado Small Town Memories
A dog named Pups and a cat named Kitty,
together they roam the city.
But it’s not really a city, is it?
Two blocks of main street is all they visit.
It’s an old town that never grew.
None of the buildings are considered new,
a grocery, dime stone, hardware and such
gas station and drug store – not much.
One road in and one road out,
the end of the journey no doubt,
or the beginning if you should flee
the roots that bind you to it’s creed.
Dusty, unpaved country roads,
snakes and lizards and horny toads,
sagebrush, cottonwoods and ...