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Wheat colored grasses
sway in the wind
A wary hawk sits on a post
Old wagon ruts lead up the
hill
An old fence row
Staggers through the pasture
Like a line
of drunks
Holding on to each other for support
Strands of barbed wire
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Turned red with rust
Weave through the fence row
Winding across the prairie
Tangled in time
And memory
Cedar posts
Weathered and gnarled
Linked
with wire
Measured in mystery
And old wire
That could tell a story
As crooked as the fence line
Old posts and
old wire
Still standing
As lonely as the cowboys
That
used to ride
This range.
© d.knape
October 19, 2012
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"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry by d.knape
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