The Tracks

Fair spring brings her green

to both sides of the tracks.

Then, cruel summer gazes stern

and burns the poor side back.

When the rails are too hot to touch,

the price is too high to ride

that train that cuts the country

between the wet and dry.

Some fools will write of water

with dime store fountain pens

and stand with buckets 'neath a blue sky

waiting for the drought to end.

But, me, I'll ink a ticket

and forge myself a way

to get this poor man's daughter

off these tracks and on that train.

For Hannah's prompt at Real Toads

Drawn

In the quilt quiet,
I am a da Vinci drawn
on the bed and breeze.

For Words Count at Real Toads

Window Box

The soil mix is superb,
and the sun and shade divine.
My sage and basil flourish.
So, why can't I grow thyme?

For Open Link Night at dVerse

Roots

I picked for you
a star stemmed moon,
but left the roots behind.
I vased it prim
in heart shaped glass
and watered it with wine.
Then, nooked it near
your bower bed
to feed upon your dreams
and vein you through
with fertile nights
to turn your bloom towards me.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

The Location

Image via Pinterest

Southern Baptists say

that the Holy Ghost came

to banish dancing

on Friday nights.

So after football games,

the wind whipped

all us

oil field trash outta sight

to The Location.

We'd park up in the blackjack,

headlights toward the pumpjack,

crush us a pipe,

and pass it around.

Cooler full of Bud Light.

Keystone on a bad night.

Fly, I'll buy -

back road it to town

from The Location.

I was in the bushes for a squat

so I didn't see Todd

try to jump the bonfire

and trip and fall in.

We prayed for him on Sunday

and fund raised on Monday.

Come Friday night,

bonfires burned again

at The Location.

When I was in high school, the big party place was an old pumpjack site.  Believe it or not, it was nicknamed The Location.  A coincidence I couldn't resist for Fireblossom's "location" prompt at Real Toads.