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[aid] => mick
[title] => Treasure Ship
[time] => 2009-03-11 22:07:03
[hometext] => Giving you a taste of my country boy side. Welcome to my world. :o)
[bodytext] => When I get an urge to take an Exotic trip, I open my screen door, Jump on my country boy ship. I sail these wilderness mountain trails, In my four by four. In this Ocean, we call the Greater Basin. We have waves of Deer, Elk …. and roaming Bison. I navigate this beautiful land Down the byway. Across the whiterocks river down the divided highway. My thoughts crisp, Chewing on wisp, With my pole, I head for that natural spring My soul whole, That is where my church bell rings. My light house, dominated by, the stars in the midnight sky..... I watch the alpha growing. In my face, the warm trade wind blows, The fragrance of our native pines, where the porcupine resides, tingles your God given veins. You may sail the seven seas, But on the this plateau , we have seven sisters, In midsummer ,she will, Blister your newborn soul. The perfect storm, for us… Transforms the seeds Too wheat, pappy says.. Kiss the evening rain, God Bless for this success. The red man still smokes, for his peace, Does his ritual dance, In feathers of Golden Fleece. This place the Basin is my exotic Trip, For this country boy, I sail, This is my treasure ship……….. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 21 [informant] => recyclebin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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