Green creek - By Mike waltz

Green creek

There must have been a point
Where she looked back
To where the hoof
Met the trail.
Wagon wheel roll against the gravel.

Tack and harness clank
Against the old wood
Carried the cowboy right to her.

He would ask her to get on.
And the tip of his hat
Rolled out to
The fingers of his hands.

I'm sure there was a marked reluctance
She smiled and stepped up.

I can pin it on a place and time.
High in the California mountains
On an afternoon, in places like
Pikes peak and dunderberg
Virginia pass and the judges cabin.
I come from here.

They both said to take them back there
And sit by the glassy banks.
Bring them there to catch horses
Fast and long
To walk and breathe in
The passions of their own place.

To take them to green creek
Where I will take my child
And tell the stories

Look for wagon tracks
Coming home
And listen.


- Written by: Mike waltz

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