"WHITE SANDS", by MIL, circa 1969
Have you ever just got tired
of all the melees, controversies
kerfuffles noise and fury
signifying nothing....around us
and wanted to escape to
a place of peace somewhere
like a little mountain cabin with a
gurgling stream, ever-flowing...
or maybe a remote tiny lake
with jumping Dolly Vardens?
Where would you go.....?
I know a spot (if it is still there)
a place with an old gnarled
cottonwood tree---
a symbol of life on this earth
as it has had to fight
and work
just to live and have
water to drink along with a
yucca and other friends
huddled together
away out there where nobody
hardly ever goes,
Tho poet once walked
and discovered this peaceful
bucolic place on
a cool spring day, years ago
and
I sat and rested on the
warm sand under the lonely tree...
and breathed, and hummed
some tunes, and maybe recited
a poem or two to myself
and pondered a bit...
I liked that PLACE. !!!
Now I'm headed back there, to maybe
"camp" a couple of days...
to reset my buttons....got a sleeping
bag, my canteen full of water, a few
cans of beanie-weenies, and my
trusty old Randall...
Oh, I know me and that scrub tree
have both got old
I just hope it's still there....
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MIL
28 JULY 2018
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