An Old Dirt Road and a Mountain Lion "abecedarian"?
Ain't Saying That is The Road
Just My Road
Hiding in the dark of my office. Just came in from outside and I swear the boy and I watched the 102 degree and direct sun burn the wings off a fly. Probably just a mirage. So I in to the keyboard. A fan and I feel like the king of the hill, I am rich. I am listening to “Down in the Boondocks” I would declare I always set my set my sights on gals about two levels of society above. Lord have mercy on a gal who loves a boy from down in the boondocks.
So I got this lady I just adore and a man and another lady that trips my creative trigger and I get all of high on a mountain a mountain of love for words that some “big guy” must have sent down from that place of white puffy clouds where lightening and life come from.
A Ms. Verlie Burroughs wrote about it. A fine writer Ann Carr talked about it and then one of my heroes Jodah wrote one. I have been known to go fishing in a creek without a hook. I hopped in a boat down a rapid without a paddle once. They claim my elevator goes to the 10th floor in a 12 story building. A load of bricks and I probably come up a few bricks short. When God was passing out brains I thought he said reigns and took off on a horse, missed the handout?
But I am a dawg and sometimes I get a bone. I reckon I need new teeth. They turned up with this notion of writing words in a fancy way. Here tell it is called “"abecedarian´. Just the name sends a weak brain into shock.
For some reason I was brought back to about 5,000 feet in the red dirts above a place called Sedona Arizona. Dirt would turn into a 2 inch red dust just before the August Monsoons would hit. I liked to tossed a small skipping stone into the dust and watch it fly in a mid summer wind up the canyon.
Don't Know Copperhead or Nowhere Road
Another Road Another Boy
Another Attempt to Write
About that time I fell down hard and it hurt
By the time I hit the ground I was inert
Caught a swallow of nasty dusty red dirt
Do it next and I will stay far more alert
Everytime down that dusty old trail
Forever I will hear my momma go and rail
Go boy but remember that old grandpa tail
How that one boy on his way back he did fail
It was not that long ago the story is told
Just ‘bout that boy met the mountain lion so bold
Kicked the boy away long before he grew old
Lots of men killed that great big cat that came down to our fold
Men with blood lust in their eyes and guns ablazing to our surprise
Not an animal stirred until way past sunrise
Out of nowhere and checking the story full of lies
Peter the boy came home sleep in his eyes
Quite the prank he pulled on all of us
Right up there with the boy cried wolf he would tuss
So of to boarding school and onto that love bus
To never again put our little town in a fuss
Under great stars I lay in the meadow
Very special our secret I still do know
Why the story of the mountain lion did show
Xerox copies can not possibly no my duplicate go
You see it was me it was me who made the lie of the zoos
Zoo of a Mountain lion was another fake news
Mom said in no uncertain terms to have fun. Have fun at funerals, especially mine she said. Have fun at your own momma said. Dance at your dad’s passing but best of all play tricks on the old men. They need them to stay young. You are just the one and you have just begun, now have some blackberry cobbler and ice cream, I never liked Peter much anyway.
A Great Ride to the End of The Line - It is Alright!
End of the Road
