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Another NH Winter Stand

19 Oct

Saddle bags filled with crackers and peanut butter.

It was an ambush, waiting in the

foot hills of the White mountains.

The outlaws rode hard and fast,

leaving the criminals in the gritty;

those that were stealing personal values.

Stripping beliefs and belongings,

scouring the landscape

for those cutting a different path,

trying to escape their understanding.

 

The officials, expecting early retirement,

were waiting for them. They, tired of the ride,

guns loaded with innuendo, censured, embellished,

as sordid as history would allow, opened fire.

 

 

The outlaws rode hard and fast

towards something they believed in.

But they knew, tomorrow would never last.

Bushwhacked yesterday, (poor bastards

were trying to veer off a different path.

Heading north, through the Lakes Region),

they were caught in surprise.

Caught! Being alive! Some shot in the back!

 ‘Cause there was no one who could ride by her side

through the volley, under fire, she kept her eye

ahead of their aim. Galloping by “We can shoot back” she said.

Oh crap! Giddy-up!

It’s now, only her and I…

 

as I was thinking,

stacking wood after splitting it,

for this winter.

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22 responses to “Another NH Winter Stand

  1. Paul F. Lenzi

    October 19, 2014 at 7:41 am

    boisterous beauty of a ride through the current state of affairs

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  2. vandana

    October 19, 2014 at 7:50 am

    all goes every where round and round

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  3. drpkp

    October 19, 2014 at 8:19 am

    Absolutely wonderful – love the stream of consciousness ride and the crisp return at poem’s end.

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  4. Mary

    October 19, 2014 at 9:36 am

    What a cleverly crafted tale…and then the ending that takes the reader back to reality.

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  5. dsnake1

    October 19, 2014 at 9:51 am

    wow, the ending threw me off the saddle. 🙂

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  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    October 19, 2014 at 9:56 am

    When you chop wood.. it’s great to let the mind wander.. what a tale of romantic outlaws… I should try to do that but the only poem getting to my mind chopping wood is Out! Out! by Robert Frost…

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  7. Sumana Roy

    October 19, 2014 at 10:16 am

    could feel the cozy, snug home giving rise to this adventurous reverie…

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  8. Grace

    October 19, 2014 at 10:25 am

    You have a vivid imagination ~ I was wondering how the adventure will end ~

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  9. Susan

    October 19, 2014 at 11:14 am

    I grinned as this allegory galloped along. Do we want to kill all these enemies so we are left to examine our own hearts? The cold of the New Hampshire winter is the perfect place for us to hunker down and figure out how to build a world with traps for outlaws or no outlaws at all..

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky

    October 19, 2014 at 11:17 am

    I enjoyed this madcap adventure….and loved even more the closing lines as you emerged from chopping wood. Hee hee. Loved this!!

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  11. Talon

    October 19, 2014 at 1:19 pm

    I loved the pace of this — it just swept me up and I galloped right along! Loved this!

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  12. Kerry O'Connor

    October 19, 2014 at 1:21 pm

    There are tales in the most prosaic tasks, and every place we inhabit has its own history.

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  13. G L Meisner

    October 19, 2014 at 1:40 pm

    Yes, winter comes on quick with fewer visitors.

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  14. Donna@GardensEyeView

    October 19, 2014 at 5:32 pm

    I loved how your mind wandered as you chopped and the outlaws rode…but perhaps it was the end when you were back to her and I that I was smiling as snap the wood chopping ended…loved the imagery.

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  15. Gabriella

    October 19, 2014 at 9:02 pm

    I never thought chopping wood could induce such imaginative thoughts!

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  16. humbird

    October 19, 2014 at 10:02 pm

    Nice warm thoughts for coming cold winter, and the story …to appreciate the peace.

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  17. Poet Laundry

    October 19, 2014 at 10:45 pm

    I like how this is imbued with the renegade spirit of the Old West.

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  18. Abin

    October 19, 2014 at 11:49 pm

    seemed straight out of an old western…like Jesse James and his gang

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  19. magicalmysticalteacher

    October 20, 2014 at 11:38 am

    I would be very wary of “guns loaded with innuendo”!

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  20. Justin Lamb

    October 20, 2014 at 1:19 pm

    I like the imaginative tale.

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  21. Loredana Donovan

    October 20, 2014 at 5:44 pm

    This could be a short story, very creative 🙂

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  22. Gillena Cox

    October 23, 2014 at 2:44 pm

    this is such a beautiful haibun, the haiku at the end is what reigned it into focus

    Thank you for, your warm emails during this week, i am feeling much better and only now catching up on my visits

    much love…

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