David Welch Biography

Sabati was eight years old on the day
that his grandfather told him to sit down,
there was a story that he had to share,
that he was finally old enough now.
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The cowboy poet went out
for a breath of fresh air.
Then a shot rang out,
coming out of nowhere.
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In a hallowed grandstand,
I do quietly sit,
high above the noise
and ruckus of the pit.
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A quiet call born of wind,
the rustling needles sound,
a hard chair of stony set,
cooler than dirty ground.
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My head lolled as I rode through sun-baked land,
too parched to notice the vistas grand,
Southern Nevada had cursed me with thirst,
a kind that most people will never know.
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