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Daniel Bottoms Jun 2014
Packing the car to find religion
                 the idea to leave town by mutual decision.
                 Load the fam and my senorita
                check maps and head for Talimena
                On the interstate rockin and groovin
                 music helps keep the miles movin
                 Headlights on as night is  near
                Shadows get thicker watch out for deer
                Two green specs at the roadside, now six
                a brown flash jumps by on sticks.
               Always the does first , not the buck.
               Hitting wildlife makes a weekend ****.
               Get to the motel very late
                tomorrow's day with nature must wait.
               A new day now we find Route One.
                Talimena Drive a road built for fun.
            The fall colors are vivid, the air is cool
             It is timeless..today I'm  nobody's tool.
           Red,gold,crimson,yellow,orange,green
            a world painted with so many colors seen.
            A day blessed to spend in God's wonder.
           to see Talimena before  winter slumber

                                             by  Daniel Bottoms
spysgrandson Dec 2015
he swore it was Sasquatch
who mauled him at his camp
when the last logs were but
hissing embers in his pit

others spotted them
in the Ouachitas--a pastor, constable
and my own son, likely high on hash,
said he heard Bigfoot's heavy rumbling
in a light rain

I was the doc on call,
when the man's pick up rolled to a dead stop
at the ER door--addled, he swore the beast
brought him to us, without ever having
been in his truck's cab

I hadn't seen such lacerations
except when self induced, but the man
did not waver from his story:

at quarter past four
on the clock, he was flung, down bag
and body both, into the deep snow

the creature made entreaties without words,
but his wild, sour moans, the man proclaimed, may
have been nothing but the beast begging to be left
alone to remain a mystery

one never solved,
kept alive around other’s fires,
by those who did not let them wane,
who fed  the blaze and kept it roaring,
to keep the beast at bay  

yet invisible, but alive another day
just beyond the fires' searching light
silent, eternal in the mythic night
Sasquatch, Sasquatch
*Sasquatch/Bigfoot sightings have occurred across North America, mostly in the northwest. However, the Ouachitas of Oklahoma and Arkansas have had their share. Talimena is the name of the highway that stretches 50 miles across the top of this remote range.

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