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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Fly over Land
Douglas Polk
the open plains,
fly over land,
unoccupied for hundreds of years,
its past unknown,
awaiting the horse,
to reveal its secrets,
and gifts,
water,
awaiting the windmill,
pumped from the deep underground,
wind and water,
to sire crops,
feeding the multitudes,
fly over land,
where traditions stick,
and reality real,
not covered with lipstick,
or thousand dollar suits,
the open plains,
come to the point,
no covert bullshit,
politically correct or not,
talk plain,
honest,
the truth revered,
even if ugly,
or hard,
as long as it not distorted,
and misshapen,
by circumstances of the day,
people friendly,
in a neighborly way,
but paranoid,
outsiders not trusted,
until they prove themselves,
the fly over land,
open and empty
possesses the soul,
inside of me.
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