Treasure Island

Smoky Hoss

(01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

A Million Miles From Home


There's a distant radio station
Way, way out there...
Plays in my mind, all the time,
Native American,
Western song and rhyme-
Sounds of a voice calling
From a true old friend,
Whispering wind
Blown in from heaven
Persistently pushes through me
Alluring awe and
Beckoning beauty...

God,
I feel a million million
Miles from home.
And very often a way out there
In the desert
So all alone,
It causes me,
More than anything else,
To seek You.
This desert so stark and so real
My soul feels the wind
As it touches the pure sky of blue.
And still-always it seems-
I'm a million miles from Home.
It's why I can't stay still,
Following the spirits will.
I travel with nothing more
Than what I wear,
Old worn boots
Faded jacket
Hat for shade
Canteen for thirst,
I'll trust the love of strangers
With food to share,
I've no earthly roots
No place to stay and sit
Memories wander and fade
As I continue to seek
The Last and the First.

And still-always it seems-
I'm a million miles from Home.
I feel it all so deep
In my weary bones.
Will I ever make it?
Does the wind-spirit lead me there?
Blind I look,
Deaf I listen...
Only my heart seems to truly understand
I've nowhere else to go,
Whether a million miles away
Or a million days
I will continue searching throughout this land
Until I find I know,
What yet I do not know.

Submitted: Saturday, October 16, 2010
Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011

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  • Patti Masterman (2/27/2012 12:30:00 PM)

    These lines gave me an odd deja vu that was delicious..you excel at this kind of writing, don't ever stop, please. (smile) (Report) Reply

  • Sara Fielder (2/17/2012 7:01:00 PM)

    This poem is so sad. I can really sense the heartache you must have felt when writing it. (Report) Reply

  • Martin O'Neill (2/11/2012 7:13:00 PM)

    I see open skies and long prairie ripples on the skyline, skies of rippled cloud and the neck of a bay mare shaking her head.
    Seared grass and a buzzard circling overhead....
    Rocks.. (Report) Reply

  • John Raubenheimer (11/28/2011 12:49:00 PM)

    I travel with nothing more
    Than what I wear,
    Old worn boots
    Faded jacket
    Hat for shade
    Canteen for thirst
    I'll trust the love of strangers
    With food to share

    Beautiful lines Smoky! (Report) Reply

  • Dave Walker (9/10/2011 1:38:00 PM)

    Good poem really good poem. To feel
    So far away from home must be hard.
    But i think the spirits will be watching
    Over you, keeping you safe.
    Best wishes

    Dave (Report) Reply

  • Juan Olivarez (8/18/2011 6:37:00 PM)

    As you know Smokey I am in love with the Mojave, I hope to return in a couple of years and if God grants me my wish, to remain there, this poem brings it so close to me. (Report) Reply

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