Postings with tag: potery
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I was crossing the prairie after a rain storm, The wall cloud now lay in my fore. The hail on the highway now melted, The battered rangeland told the score. A rest stop showed on my right, I braked the car into the drive, Stepping out I smelled
Her face carried such a scowl, One hundred pounds of evil mean. My six-four frame felt fear, my gills turned two shades green. Hands at her waist, were fisted. A five foot stance of raging Hell. This woman sure looked mad, A fury, I could tell.
The coyotes howls were lonely, as they searched for their loves in the night. The stars blanketed the sky, in a field of darkness, they lay bright. I sat by the campfire, It’s glowing embers, a crimson red.