Inneville Prologue Blues Poem by Roger Snow

It was a winding Mountain Road,
where the Sun Shines
in Patches,
and the Air is Cold.

She's walking slow
down the Middle
with a Shimmer
in her eyes
her Hair aglow
all i saw of her
was her soul, ,

At 19, on my own
My Ride older than I
Made her High
to ride in one that Old

I'd of asked if she wanted a lift
but as I came to a stop
she slid right in,
as though we'd been
very close old friends
just meeting up again, , ,

Inneville where the River
slows at the Bend

and the Lodge holds
Pancake breakfast
every now and a Then, ,

Small Town Idaho
just some Road
I'd rolled off onto
One I before
had never known

Wander alone
\best so I can Sing
while the Radio's up loud
and stop, when a Dance
has taken my Feet
reasons for always
riding those off beat streets, ,

Colorado, ,
Higher than Most
Ladies I've danced
make the Best of Host
Ladies, , , the see through kind
those you swear are Ghost
Some won't let you go
and that line
I just can't tow, ,

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