Wildwood Slim

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Sometimes I find myself alookin’
Through the years, a backward glance,
And I see the friends of childhood
From the years now gone before.
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Oft times when I abed do lie
And feign would be asleep,
There arise profoundest thoughts
From out the far and deep.
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I spent today in a hidden meadow,
With wildflowers up to my knees;
And butterflies that swooped and dived,
And all around me, trees.
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When o’er me you lay the blanket,
Of this earths protecting sod;
And you set me down forever
With my soul called back to God.
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What price is Peace?
I asked a troubled world,
Casting a wistful eye.
The world, uneasy with
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When dips my oar the Silent River
That Eternity and Time divide,
This house of clay I’ll leave forever
A new one waits, just o’er the tide.
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New York, I walked your streets today,
I meshed with your moving crowd,
I felt in awe at the relentless motion,
I saw your people, purposeful, proud.
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With a cowboyish grin an’ a lift of my chin,
I reach for my new lariat:
I’ll head down the path, ti’ ketch thet new calf,
Afore thet old sun’s gonna set.
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We followed their prints down the sandstone rim,
Down to the green, green grass;
Over rocky trails where the spoor grew dim,
To the bottom of the canyon pass.
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The Best Poem Of Wildwood Slim

Hoofbeats

Sometimes I find myself alookin’
Through the years, a backward glance,
And I see the friends of childhood
From the years now gone before.
And I ponder endless summers
Fighting foolish odds with chance,
While life drifted, careless, onward
Till we woke, a child no more.

But it’s the hoofbeats. A hundred
thousand pounding hoofbeats
Of a dozen horses, galloping,
That keep calling from the past;
As we raced along the creekside
Feet a pulsing, like vast heartbeats,
In those glorious bygone summers
Lingering on, like shadows cast.

Bridle chains are still a ringing,
Creaking saddles call my name;
Tinkling spurs, like errant windchimes,
Feed my mind their ghostly treats;
Yes, at times I roam in fancy
To the childhood, whence I came,
But the sound engraved forever
Come as phantom, drumming beats.

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