Smoky Hoss Poems

I run across souvenirs of the mind
here and there, from time to time,
I think how we enter the world not knowing our name
how we're born lonesome souls, and will probably die the same;
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What a wonderful world we inhabit.
Mysterious and inexplicable at so many points.
Natures glory keeps us moving and guessing,
looking and finding, like a grand treasure hunt.
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There once was a boy from Tupelo
who knew not where to go,
so at a young age
he hit the stage
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A bird, a dog
and a croaking frog
sat in a barn
telling yarns
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the sun of day
slips away,
the moon and stars
venus and mars
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In old Montana
Cowboys wear big hats and bright bandanas,
horses smoothly canter
as cattle quietly banter,
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visions of flames
showing people without names
faces in the night
quietly asking for light
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I miss what once I thought I knew
sun of yellow, sky of blue,
sweet summer breeze
and swinging through tall trees.
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Sometimes I think I think
on the brink,
my mind in overtime
needs a little drink -
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Still, it's Utah.
Spirit of awe,
and mystical magic.
The soul of this land,
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