Blue Eyes Crying In The WindA Poem by Mario VitaleA prairie visualization intactyou got to be perfect in a non perfect world out of clear simplistic style you know all the great while we all must face a trial in this land so very mean tossed and turned another page has been turned
the lonely cowboy out on the range with saddle a brigade of dudes follow him but he don't care blue eyes crying in the wind in his solace he sees an innate vision something he's been wishing
the prarie is dark and desolate at time he sips on his warm flask of whiskey thunder comes from his hidden gait make no mistake the fallen breeze whistles a storm
some would even curse the very day they were born blue eyes crying in the wind a good way in which to begin once again he's not the sophisticated shoot them up type
nor is he ever looking for a fight he gives way for cadence on his sun set brim a time to refrain from his work a pause to rest © 2017 Mario Vitale |
AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more..Writing
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