Westward
We suck the flask
the goatskin dries.
Discipline in rations.
Did you take me for a king
traveling in the dark?
We look for palmtrees, water
and throw the calendar away.
Where's the care in dates
when we're dying of thirst?
I stare at cracks, a wise
guy silenced.
Lead us to water.
the goatskin dries.
Discipline in rations.
Did you take me for a king
traveling in the dark?
We look for palmtrees, water
and throw the calendar away.
Where's the care in dates
when we're dying of thirst?
I stare at cracks, a wise
guy silenced.
Lead us to water.
posted by Heather O'Neill | 13.5.06
5 Comments:
Simple, direct & powerful. A really effective poem.
Heather,
Strong, scary stuff.
Larry
dick jones and larry,
Thanks for the encouragement.
I appreciate it.
Stumbled on your blog, I like the poetry and the photos
Thanks! Your comments are appreciated.
I've got some more photos from a rainy- day hike at Skyline Drive. Will try and get them up soon.
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