Backcountry Bite

Shoreside

Feathers in the breeze

On the sea scene

The sea’s scene

By boardwalk painters seized

The sailors dream

Of warm breezes

and sunbeams

The future of tomorrow

Lies in the aspiration and

Visions of the plans

The fishermen see

Tides roll in

And out

Rain or sunshine

The seagulls wander over the shores

Peacefully

Squawking about

Morning Snow

Snowed in

Natures house arrest

Warm cider

Picture perfect

Kind of day

Sunshine and silent snowfall

Gleaming ice

Wind wisping our troubles  away

Moonshine Oil

Haunted by the howling wind

Blinded by the moonlight

Broken

By and by without care

Victimized by the fright

Of the ghostly

Most ugly freakish of sights

The ink bleeds Lies

Lies and

There aint nothing nice

You could ever love

In the coldest of shadows

Creeping in the willows

Of nothing nice

Aint nothing nice

In the air tonight

Just spooky dreams

Sending cold shivers

.Through chilly spines

wickedness

Nighmares

down on the bottom

Of an overworn cursed

Tainted

Drying and draining bottle

no one really likes

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Hammock

Waves crashing along the seaside

Beneath the diamond lit night

Dreams and fantasies

In the slipstream

Fading out of sight

In a seashell auditorium

Bathed in moonlight

Evening Fright

1Evening Fright

Scarecrow

The witness of silent lightning.

Hears the first crack of thunder

As the animals flee

Rain starts to fall

The sky breathes

Her whipping cool breeze

Cracks of lightning and trees

Resound admist

The rumbling angry skies

While in candlelit houses

The humbled for mercy plead

Sunday

Golden light in the distance

Blankets the horizon

Beneath the endless

Blue abyss

Cool shadows

Outside windows

Birds sing

As the wind blows

No creature alone

All together

In the kingdom

We call home

Seaside Anchor

The irony of the clock

The ride has ended

The ship has docked

The captain has departed

Sailors flocked

Only the

Seals and seabirds

The sea shells and crusted oysters

Remain

Upon glistening nighttime

Sparkling moonlit

Ocean

plains

The Space Between

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The answer lies within a dream

At the end of the rainbow

Before it burns away

Heat mist vapor trails

Burning into thin air

High Upon Stone

                                                High Upon Stone

Ice cracked bones

Heart made of stone

The statue sits upon its throne

All alone birds tend

Her loneliness

Heeding her

Muted cries

Within is a heart

That could never lie

Outside a body and face

That shall never die

1958 Southwest Border history

Warmth of

Steel guitars

In warm bars

Mellow blues

Old news

Nothing new

Yesterday’s news

Paperback writing

Bad news

Unconfiding

Upon teary

Eyes

Forever always crying

In rides the horse

Paperback rider

Slowly galloping

The devils news

On fire

Fearful gossip

Acquired

Bad news

Ears tired

Dogs

Mothers

Children

Wish not

To inquire

Of the sojourning lonesome stranger

Truthful liar