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(From October, 2015) On the highway, 3am, a myriad of stars looms over the expanse like a blanket of fairy dust- You're the only one on the road You pull off onto the shoulder - stop- climb out of that motorized wagon, lean back against a  fender- Stretch those legs a bit What was it that made you stop....       Something....inexplicable The desert can get cool at night- the silence.....part of the mystique, creating the mood, for what is about to come..... You stiffen...silent...pensive a slight breeze begins to lift- becoming stronger-more gusty You turn,  facing it- 'listening', waiting....for what? 'for the rumble' Faint at first growing louder as it nears- the sound of steel and wood breaking the silence                                                          ­­                   *Wagon Wheels! roll'n atop the wind!* The migration West- their spirits riding, relentless in purpose- Men...women.... children.... You can only imagine- the expression on their faces- determined.....dauntless..... building this country- You smile..... as they pass....... How proud of them, you are.... the spirits of our ancestors Who carved the path- A drop of a tear- as the roars of the wagons Quieten.......fading........ into..... silence Standing poised.... absorbing  the beauty......... You understand the magic-.... of its solitude. *the desert.... at night* copyright: richard riddle October 26, 2015
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
"Listen to the Wind"
(From October, 2015) On the highway, 3am, a myriad of stars looms over the expanse like a blanket of fairy dust- You're the only one on the road You pull off onto the shoulder - stop- climb out of that motorized wagon, lean back against a  fender- Stretch those legs a bit What was it that made you stop....       Something....inexplicable The desert can get cool at night- the silence.....part of the mystique, creating the mood, for what is about to come..... You stiffen...silent...pensive a slight breeze begins to lift- becoming stronger-more gusty You turn,  facing it- 'listening', waiting....for what? 'for the rumble' Faint at first growing louder as it nears- the sound of steel and wood breaking the silence                                                          ­­                   *Wagon Wheels! roll'n atop the wind!* The migration West- their spirits riding, relentless in purpose- Men...women.... children.... You can only imagine- the expression on their faces- determined.....dauntless..... building this country- You smile..... as they pass....... How proud of them, you are.... the spirits of our ancestors Who carved the path- A drop of a tear- as the roars of the wagons Quieten.......fading........ into..... silence Standing poised.... absorbing  the beauty......... You understand the magic-.... of its solitude. *the desert.... at night* copyright: richard riddle October 26, 2015
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
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