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by Dr. D
Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2055332
Sometimes the country air is what you need, just don't forget what's important.
I think with dread, a muddled head
My bed is all a strewn
With underwear, brush for my hair
My ride is coming soon

My bag is large, a small barge
And yet it overflows
With denim shirts, pleated skirts
rough boots and panty hose.

A cowboy hat, now pressed flat
My necklaces and socks
Scarfs a few, and glasses too
An iron for my locks

My makeup case, to accent my face
So natural I will look
Two months I’ll stay at the Lazy A
Like from a Zane Grey book

The zipper strains, my body pains
To make my baggage seal
A retirees dream it would seam
The countryside to feel

I take the train across the plain
To the Colorado skies
There’ll be no bar without a car
To drown out hurtful lies

I’ll miss his nose and sweet repose
on his wife the scars he wrought
I stabbed his chest at her bequest
Like sweet Hamlet that I taught

I’ll forget him here among the deer
The cows, the chow, the chores
Soothe misery, midst chicory
Campfires with s’mores

I know not when, I lost my pen
my heart it races so
my journals style, used to compile
no matter where I go

The newly dead, left no dread
but this gives total panic
To lose my friend, how will I rend
my thoughts when I am manic
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