Waskly Wabbit on Dead-End Woad

I had

no water

no water

had I

~

The two canteens

I

had

were dry

~

Cool clear H2O

outta

a

 mountain well

~

Woulda made heaven

outta

this road

to hell

~

This road that

led

to nothin’

but a dead end

~

With-

out

any

wind

~

 With-

out

any

soul

~

Nothin’ but dead leaves

lay

in this empty

dead-end bowl

~

And rattlesnake bones

that yodeled

“now where yuh

gonna go-oh-oh-ohhhhhhh?”

~

I stood n’ stared

at them bones

n’ thought

 “Oh no, oh nooooooo!”

~

And clouds of

gnawing gnats

made it

plain to seeeeeee

~

This was the

dead end of

death

for meeeeeee

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Cool Clear Water II

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     The new stranger on the scene unslung the canteen from his shoulder in an easy manner and held it out to her.  The canteen dangled at the end of the strap held in his hand ~ swung like a pendulum in front of Ruthie’s sun-charred face.  The great gift of life, water, enticingly splashed around inside.  Ruthie could hear it.

     So Ruthie grabbed the canteen ~ unscrewed the lid ~ gulped ~ handed it back empty.  “Thank you,” she said.  She kept smiling a smile that began twitching.  Water dribbled down her chin.

     The feller with the fairy-tale hair shook the canteen next to his ear ~ heard the brand new emptiness inside ~ sadly frowned.  He neglected to screw on the lid which was attached to the canteen by a chain ~ slipped the strap back over his shoulder.

     “What are you doing in that ditch?” he said.

     “Having the time of my life,” said she.

     Ruthie couldn’t stop smiling since she had downed that delicious draught of aluminun-tainted canteen water.  She was smiling as if her pants were on fire and she a ticklish smokestack.

     The feller held out his hand ~ helped Ruthie out of the ditch.  He was pretty strong ~ like he had unloaded a boxcar or two in his lifetime.

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The Road Princess & Eternity

http://roadprincess.yolasite.com

Rawclyde!

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photo

http://www.dirtyangels.net/Lucretia

Lucretia

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Cool Clear Water

~

All day I’ve faced the barren waste

Without the taste of water

Cool water

~

~

Old Dan and I, with throats burned dry

An’ souls that cry for water

Cool

Clear

Water

~

Keep a-movin, Dan

Don’t you listen to him, Dan

He’s the devil, not a man

Spreads the burning sand with water

~

Dan, can you see that big green tree

Where the water’s runnin’ free

It’s waitin’ there for me and you

~

The nights are cool, I’m a fool

Each star’s a pool of water

Cool water

~

~

But with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn

And carry on to water

Water

Water

Water

~

Cool

Clear

Water

~

Cool

Clear

Water

~

~

songwriter

Bob Nolan

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photos

Jennifer B Thoreson

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