Days and Nights in a Cowboy Cabin

Days and Nights in a Cowboy Cabin
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August Sierra’s
Desolation Valley snow
drove to old Cowboy
Cabin hidden in the Pine
empty in the winter time.
Some poems simply
tell a countryside story
something pastoral
yet wild as the West should be
growing up in a cow town.
Here the dirt road ends
I am a Cowboy Poet
deep in my hearts place
no longer roll cigarettes
but my youth is in cabin.
A few miles away
the reservoir they jump from
graffiti concrete
ten feet from top to water
each kid’s bike near the river.
Morning sulfur steam
rolling its falls into wood
look at our plant hands
Pine Groves float up like shadow
day starts with call of the green.
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Where the dirt road ends
my Cowboy Poet friend spoke
mystifying place
where friends roll up cigarettes
youth leaning on Cabin shack.
A ride in old Jeep
over shale of empty bed
onto a steep shore
head further into mountains
almost flip over a log.
A life spent seeking
starting point this Cow Cabin
buried deep in snow
where we once met every year
be boys in the woods again.
Different poems then
beer drunk poems from pasture
land where cattle graze
tell this countryside’s story
day and night Cowboy’s Cabin.
Space between us
sometimes drink too much and hit
each other in snow
tune in a Ham Radio
sit and listen and drink beer.
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We talk of Pirates
enjoy Natural Hot Springs
set off Purple Haze
rock music plays from a truck
so much for a quiet soak.
As Gary pointed
at one tiny energy
at one perfect time
memory sits with Cabin
be boys in the woods again.
Cot spread in darkness
all the boys are gathered there
a group of beer drunks
some face down in old cabin
a few Cow Pasture Boxing.
Some poems will jump
from concrete to metaphor
or a deeper leap
imagination and dream
in with our reality.
Black Bear hibernates
Deer feeds on Juniper Bark
we sit around fire
start a batch of potatoes
cooking on a Coleman Stove.
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I like the random flow of this, Jamie. Young life having fun and trying to find a purpose in life. Fun!
Well done, Jamie!
Well done, Jamie, and it brings back all kinds of memories for me… thank you for that.
I love me a Coleman stove it’s a step closer to cooking in nature. I’m not a nature person but all the scenes you’ve painted in this sound like a great experience. Excellent work as always Jamie.
Thank you Ann, Kurt, and Paul. I am grateful and appreciate your comments. Jamie
I love this piece, Jamie, it brings back memories of when my Dad would take us to his mountain cabin where he stayed when he was a lumberjack. I can even smell the pine, the fresh air, feel the sunshine during the day and hear the whispering pines in the wind at night which lulled me to sleep. Thank you for sharing this poem. Well done, Jamie, well done.