Lana Rutter Poems

This country life is where it's at
...if you're rich or old and frail,
I soared with eagles and sang with crows
...then ate dove and quail. Opossum stew is on the stove
...

The desert flower sits and cries
...or sometimes stands alone,
Against the wind and rain and sun
...then withers or unfolds. A heart of gold encased within
...

Sunlit hair, eyes azure
She takes in the eminence
Of sun, moon, water and stars
Crystal illusions, now dormant in form
...