Visions of a West, Lost

So much and so
Little like a lone and
Dusty road you come
Down from mountains lost
In snow and rain and clear
Cascades of sky that you

Look up to and out on days
And nights with smoke that
Billows up into a clear
And cool campfire sky. I

See it as small, wooden works
And wood that creaks under boots
With mud and chills and looks
Out to hope and songs that we
Hear on nights when all there is

Is us lost,
Somewhere high
Up.

7 thoughts on “Visions of a West, Lost

  1. C.C. February 19, 2017 / 5:52 pm

    Simultaneously haunting and soothing.

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  2. Mary February 19, 2017 / 7:31 pm

    Beautifully ethereal and dreamlike! Makes me want to go out and look to the sky…. (Nice seeing you again.)

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  3. Susan February 19, 2017 / 10:07 pm

    First the open sky and then the sound of people walking on planks, as if hiding in the cellar. One can be lost in either. We who are so used to electronics and blog connections should prepare in case we are left in isolation again. Ad if that happens, I choose the beauty of the mountain and sky you describe.

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade February 19, 2017 / 10:53 pm

    Your poetry always uplifts me.

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  5. Sherry Marr February 20, 2017 / 12:19 am

    This paints a very beautiful picture. I loved it.

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  6. Myrna February 20, 2017 / 1:14 am

    I love the mountains, the sky. Enjoyed reading this and hope not all the west is lost.

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  7. Wendy Bourke February 20, 2017 / 2:53 am

    A wonderful western-esque piece, beautifully drawn. I am there!

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