Image by kenne
Been riding the dusty trails,
Now long in the day
As the sun goes down
In the hills west of Tucson.
A hitching rail awaits Old Paint,
Now covered with dust
Her black and white colors
Are a sepia golden brown.
Pushing open the swing doors,
I step up to my hitching rail
Where I order a double shot of
Taos Lightning, the special rotgut.
“Give me the good stuff,”
Was just a figure of speech
Since I knew the bourbon
Was watered-down with turpentine.
No matter, at the end of the day
This is the real spirit of the west
Where people are real,
not watered-down phonies.
— kenne
“Old West Still Life” — Image by kenne
Safe & Well Pump — Image by kenne
In the old west,
Power was obtained
With money and water —
Not unlike today.
kenne
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