poetry

La Pine

On the banks of La Pine Where the Snake River winds Around my neck Run away from the snow You can’t it’s everywhere You go It falls on my head. Woodland creatures hitchhiking Jerry’s dead no looking In the valley of the blind The one eyed mouse is King. Dust and burrs and old pine […]

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Mountain Lion Wind

Mountain lion wind Been whistling round our bed And I don’t know if it was something I said Or that cold mountain lion wind And I am back to where the sage brush grows And the light don’t fit me right Oh that mountain lion wind. Mountain lion wind Been whistling round my head And […]

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