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" Rosethorn... " (An Allegorical Piece of Americana) Rosethorn ... Sits Just Beyond Boles of Cotton-Fields Rosethorn ... Where A Few Folks Stick Together - For Good, For Real Rosethorn: Famous For Its First Family's Annual Ball & Bar-B-Que Grills ... But Where Most, Barely Make A Living ... Paying Over-Dues and Bills Rosethorn ... Over The Viaduct-Tracks As Trains' Warning-Whistles Shrill & Distant Echoes of The Drummers of Rosethorn High School Marching Drills And Hear The Poignant, Clear Call of Owls & Crickets & Whipporwills Just Outside of Rosethorn's Many Worn-Down, Yet Open Window-Sills ... O' Throw A Kiss On The Wind Wherever You Find - You Are ... and I Will Catch It Quickly ... Beneath The Biggest & Brightest Star Rosethorn ... Where Your Hidden Waterfall & Memories - Froth & Spill Where There's Hunting Frozen-Footprints Thru The Woods In Winter's Chill Rosethorn ... Your Abandoned Drive-Inn Screen Cast Fallen Shadows On Movie-Reels - Is Now A Vacant & De-Valued Lot ... Where Teens Had Parked For Thrills Rosethorn ... Just Below Those Sloping Far-Away, Hometown Hills Just Past The Steel Yard's Welding and Sawdust Lumbermill ... Amid Rosethorn's Namesake Flowers And Transported Blue Jonquils and Ropes ... That Hanged A Man ... That They Said Raped Women & Serial-Killed Rosethorn ... Where The News Station Is The Local Cafe & Bar and Overated, Glowing Personals and Reviews In Its 'Telegraph-Star' Rosethorn ... Once Rised On Blossom-Way A Place Where Dreams Could Rebuild But Now, Its Just A Stem-Cell-Site The Young - Cool Their Jets ... Until ... Rosethorn ... Is The Last Resort But First Route To Remember How It Feels To Travel Thru A Space In Time ... As A Prickly-Pose, Stands Still ... O' Look Up To The Night Sky Wherever You Find - You Are and I Will Be Watching & Wishing On That Same Big & Bright Star ... As You Keep Rosethorn In Your Heart's Horizon ... and Rear-View Mirror of Your Car ... and Dried Between The Pages of Your Mind ... Wherever You Find - You Are ... Quilled & Copyrighted ©: 5/6/2014 by: MoonBee Canady Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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