Diane Went Out A-Ridin' - Poem by Michael Sweetbird
Diane was out ridin' them windin' internet trails,
and found me camped out on the lonely hearts page;
and even though it was rainin' and I was cold and damp
I wasn't interested in packin' up camp
to be a-movin' to her home ranch and her range;
'cause Loneliness can make a man's mind do things kinda strange,
like forgettin' the warmth that love brings to a heart;
besides, I had a hot fire and a thick steak on the flame
so I said, 'Thank you, Mam, but this lonely life is my part...'
It was obvious my brain had turned quite insane
because I turned her down for a long, long, while
until my frown piled cold ground on my smile.
Diane went out again ridin' the internet trails
and found me camped out on the same lonely hearts page';
my fire had burned a lot lower than her first trip around,
and she noted my song had a lonesome wolf sound;
I had no steaks but she rustled some bacon and beans,
and just like a pair of locoweed teens
we laughed and we laughed at the sounds of our passin'-o'-gas
and this time when she asked me I did not take a pass,
'cause I'd had quite enough of the lonely hearts page
and had a homesick feelin' for her range.
Together we went ridin' the straight homeward-bound trail,
and now our hearts are a home with a roof that won't fail
when the rains come and pound on our roof, windows and doors
we stay dry, we stay warm, well, that's what homes are good for;
and each night as we look into the fires of each other's eyes
our thoughts turn to thanksgiving to that Great Spirit God in the sky
because Diane went out ridin' the internet range
and found me camped out on the lonely hearts page.
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