Indian Spirits and Wildgrass II

Indian Spirits and Wildgrass II

A Story by Samuel Pennell

We danced around the fire, like dark silhouettes
as the flames rose up to the desert heaven,
hopping like little birds,
and making animal sounds

The gold was buried somewhere out there,
in an old abandoned mineshaft
We would lower a bucket on a rope, 
and extract the shiny gold from the heart of the desert. 

© 2015 Samuel Pennell

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Striking first verse. I like the dark silhouettes dancing around the fire, up and down, morbidly.
Now I must find part I

Posted 6 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Samuel Pennell

6 Years Ago

Thank you for reading! I think you will like part I. :)

6 Years Ago

I did :) wow!!!
Samuel Pennell

6 Years Ago

Thank you!

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Added on April 15, 2015
Last Updated on April 15, 2015


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