David Welch Biography

Sabati was eight years old on the day
that his grandfather told him to sit down,
there was a story that he had to share,
that he was finally old enough now.
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In a hallowed grandstand,
I do quietly sit,
high above the noise
and ruckus of the pit.
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A quiet call born of wind,
the rustling needles sound,
a hard chair of stony set,
cooler than dirty ground.
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My head lolled as I rode through sun-baked land,
too parched to notice the vistas grand,
Southern Nevada had cursed me with thirst,
a kind that most people will never know.
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A carpet of orange dresses the ground,
trees growing bare as leaves flitter down,
nip in the air tells of stark days to come,
but not now at least, the Fall isn't done.
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