A Trail-Dust Thirst


By: Wayne Brown

That old water canteen is runnin’ mighty low

Nothin’ in sight; miles and miles yet to go

Water-holes are rare in this hard-scrabble land

No much here but rattlesnakes and miles of sand

My pony, Dan, sips some water from my hand

I have to keep him up to get across this land

The sun is baking both of us a little by the minute

This place is an oven and we’re both cookin’ in it

Centipedes and sand lizards scurrying all around

Stinging Scorpions and Sand Fleas seem to abound

This ain’t no place for the livin;’ no good place to die

We gotta get out of this hard country, my pony and I

I quit riding my pony and let him follow along behind

I can’t bear to wear him down just to get me out of a bind

He’s been a might good horse, a loyal one and true

If I save my neck, I’ll save his too; it’s the least I can do

The water is all gone now and the sun is hotter still

I’d like to rest but I must move while I have the will

It can’t be too much farther; we’ve come all this way

Surely we’ll find the lights of town by the end of day

My throat is dry; my mouth is caked with desert dust

Ol’ Dan follows along behind me; I still have his trust

The sun is setting, day is done; night’s chill to the bone

The pony and me, we can’t stop, we keep trudging on

My pony snorts; the smells water nearby somewhere

A glow over the next ridge, could a town be out there?

We quicken our step; head for the glow driven by thirst

Dan and I might just make it if we don’t drop dead first

From up the ridge we see the town; my thirsty pony nickers

Light of the coal-oil fueled lamps against the night sky flickers

We struggle to run that final short distance, my pony and me

To get to the water in that wood trough by the old Oak tree

We reach the trough and drink from it deep, me and my roan

Lots of curious folks gather about wonderin’ what’s going on

I get up off my knees and wipe the excess water from my chin

Look back at the trough and for a moment think of divin’ in

I say nothing; the folks all stare, like they ain’t seen thirst before

I rein Ol’ Dan and head him in the direction of the livery door

We’ll bed down for the night and get some much needed rest

Then tomorrow we’ll gather our wits and keep on headin’ west

©Copyright WBrown2012. All Rights Reserved.

19 April 2012

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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

An interesting short story in form of verse... Amazing imagery used... felt Like I was walkin in the Desert alongside Ol'Dan!

Amazing story telling! Hat's off!

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writer20 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

Enjoyed this one to no end. Voted up and awesome, Joyce.

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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

A wonderful narrative poem. I really like these that you do. This tells such a wonderful story. I have been out there but I made sure to take gallons of water when I went.

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Hyphenbird 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

This story poem is wonderful and I love the ending very much. This cowboy is loyal, committed and determined. That is my kind of man.

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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@rahul0324...Glad I could conjure up those images for you. I love writing of the old west when I can find a new angle. Thanks much for the great comments. WB

@writer20..Thanks much, Joyce. So glad you enjoyed it. WB

@Becky Katz...The cowboy and the old west are my favorite subjects...I love when i can find an angle to write about. Thanks so much. WB

@Hypenbird...I didn't want to leave that cowboy and Ol' Dan out there for the buzzards...too cruel! Thanks much. WB

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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. You got me so hot and thirsty following you out there in the desert.

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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Gypsy Rose Lee...This is one that requires a nice cool glass of iced tea near at hand! Thanks much! WB

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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Had to stop reading in the middle of your poem, Wayne, while I went and fetched a cold, cold drink. Man, you made me thirsty. Maybe you coul get a cola company or a beer producer to finance this poem as a commercial. Just wonderin'.

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teaches12345 4 years ago

You painted a good picture through words of how it must feel out in the desert. Water is something that you don't really think about until you are in such a place as this. I am drinking a cool glass of water right now. The song Cash sings is one I used to hear as a child. I think the Sons of The Pioneers sung this, I think. Thanks for the great read on the west.

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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@drbj...You called it right, Doc...a nice Mint Julip while you enjoy the pain. I really hope your dreams come true and they contact me! LOL! WB

@teaches12345...So glad you could pick up on the imagery. I love writing about the old west but I want it to be as real as I can make it. Thanks much for the great comments. Cash is one of my Icons! Yes, it was the Sons of The Pioneers...I almost used their version. WB

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Vellur 4 years ago from Dubai

This is awesome. Your poetry is so spontaneous and you paint a vivid picture. It was like watching a movie. Love the way you write. Awesome. Voted up.

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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Vellur...When A subject line comes to me, it normally comes pretty quickly from there on. I just let it flow and do not tinker with it too much. So glad you liked it. WB

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The Frog Prince 4 years ago from Arlington, TX

Wayne - If you ever wrote anything less than an "A" I might have to administer you a teaspoon of wine. LMBO

The Frog

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breakfastpop 4 years ago

I swear you are the ultimate cowboy. Up and awesome.

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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

The Frog Prince...Make that a half-gallon Jim and you got a deal! LOL! Thanks much! WB

@breakfastpop....Thank ya, thank ya very much! WB

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Senoritaa 4 years ago

Simply brilliant! You've got your way with words Wayne. I felt the maddening thirst with every verse!!

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BeyondMax 4 years ago from Sydney, Australia

What a beautiful expressive poem! I swear, I can hear music while reading it, it's like a song!

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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Senoritaa...Thank you...glad that I can paint the imagery to entertain you with my words. WB

@BeyondMax...Thanks much...I'll try humming it for you! LOL! Glad you liked it. WB

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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain

Oh Boy! That was brilliant. The cowboy and his horse... best friends.... So glad they reached water in time.

Lovely poem, the imagery was vivid.. Thank you so much. I loved this ..

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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Dim Flaxenwick...This one was fun to write and a bit tedious to register the strife and still find a likeable ending for the characters. So glad you liked it. Thanks so much. WB

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