Treasure Ship Poem by Jay Aguiniga

When I get an urge to take an
Exotic trip,
I open my screen door,
Jump on my country boy ship.
I sail these wilderness mountain trails,
In my four by four.
In this Ocean,
we call the Great Basin.
We have waves of Deer, Elk ….
and roaming Bison.
I navigate this beautiful land
Down the byway.
Across the whiterocks river
down the divided highway.
My thoughts crisp,
Chewing on wisp,
With my pole,
I head for that natural spring
My soul whole,
That is where my church bell rings.
My light house, dominated by,
the stars in the midnight sky.....
I watch the alpha growing.
In my face,
the warm trade wind blows,
The fragrance of our native pines,
where the porcupine resides,
tingles your God given veins.
You may sail the seven seas,
But on the this plateau,
we have seven sisters,
In midsummer, she will,
Blister your newborn soul.
The perfect storm, for us…
Transforms the seeds
Too wheat, pappy says..
Kiss the evening rain,
God Bless for this success.
The red man still smokes,
for his peace,
Does his ritual dance,
In feathers of Golden Fleece.
This place the Basin
is my exotic Trip,
For this country boy,
I sail,
This is my treasure ship………..