Wildwood Slim Poems
- Hoofbeats Sometimes I find myself alookin’ Through the ...
- The Ones I Never Wrote Oft times when I abed do lie And ...
- Dance With The Sand Hill Crane... I spent today in a hidden ...
- A Poets Request When o’er me you lay the blanket, Of this ...
- The Price Of Peace What price is Peace? I asked a troubled ...
- House Of Clay When dips my oar the Silent River That ...
- New York New York, I walked your streets today, I meshed ...
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Sometimes I find myself alookin’
Through the years, a backward glance,
And I see the friends of childhood
From the years now gone before.
And I ponder endless summers
Fighting foolish odds with chance,
While life drifted, careless, onward
Till we woke, a child no more.
But it’s the hoofbeats. A hundred
thousand pounding hoofbeats
Of a dozen horses, galloping,
That keep calling from the past;
As we raced along the creekside
Feet a pulsing, like vast heartbeats,
In those glorious bygone summers
Lingering on, like ...