My White Stallion ~ Adventures in the Tetons - part 1

Adventures in the Tetons- part 1

My White Stallion

The year was 1997 we were moving west
cruising down 94 in an overloaded car
crossing borders of stolen lands
where the Black Hills stand guard

we enter the rustic land of dust and
pick up trucks, vast space with oilrigs,
a place where trees crowd few banks
and the sun bakes everything

Cowboy country here we come
ten miles in and our pony went down
expensive weekend fix leaves us broke
in a snag, even so, you cannot stop

three adventurous young souls on mission
a free spirit, a MacGyver, and their dog
moving lives across miles upon miles…
the mighty Volvo raged on through flats

up foothills and down into the valley
to see the Grand Tetons and visit
an old friend -we never left; instead,
we got jobs and the day we spent

our last buck was the day we were paid
cleaning messes made by tourists
poaching nights for steam showers

and entertained by the sheltered tourists

faces of fear of our loaded Volvo of sheets 
inching up the mountain blasting of cracked

muffler and David Byrne, a big dog and us,
wild cats looking out a bit scruffy in their world

our life was one found in novels, a way to be
they envied, thou if faced in life they reeked
of pity and fear; no care to us

we lived a dream of Buffalo and mountain
streams, fluffy beds and kitchen thrills
violets with smells of sage, and moments

of absolute freedom rushing through
my veins as I soared the valley winds with
my White Stallion.

© River 3/11


*Adventures in the Tetons is a series of poems written about my adventures in the Teton Mountains of Wyoming many years ago.  :)

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The second poem in the series- A Teton Sunset


They are slowly coming, Sherry!  :)

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A Teton Sunset ~ Adventures in the Tetons – Part 2

A Teton Sunset

Sage fills the valley as cracking ground thunders

pointed peaks rise through clouds of colors

majestic beauties roam an ancient path

one buffalo follows two days past

golden wings soar on the mountain breeze

mating Hawks circle each other with ease

playful paws pounce amongst setting brush

silly coyotes taunt their dinner, no rush

mere dangling moments of twilights in time

magnificent sunset, a Teton rhyme.

This is the second poem of a series of my adventures living in the forests of Wyoming across from the Teton Mountains. I promised a piece to Sherry Blue Sky from Poets United. Sherry, I decided to write of the adventures in a series for there are so many things to express one mere poem cannot pull it off. For example,  one late night where beady eyes circled my camp and my dog stood her ground is a poem all in its self.

The first poem of the series My White Stallion

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