The Sonnets of Colin James III

Cowboy Sonnet 30

© 2000 Colin James III - All Rights Reserved

Enroute to Saratoga, triple digit sweepers twist as wood
Of branch-extended roadway marks on Snowy Mountain (Lake Marie).
The rainbow colors tried to show in smoke of burning acres, stood
From farther south in driest pines, infernal tango, as to flee

One-sided fall-frost stuck on slender Ponderosa, middle June.
Victorian hotels and B&B's have crooked pictures hung
With crooked molding, crooked gingerbread, wallpapers in a room.
Thus thin-aired, tiny Silverton, nine-thousand feet of dancing, spun.

The rainbow in the wilderness is seen by no one else alive
For God created it not with the mist, the wind, the rain, the dew,
Not for another creature to observe and sense and feel or thrive,
But just for him and me to know it is unique in time and new.

The yellow sunset disk frames perfectly in motorcycle round
Rear mirrors, pink and orange in the flaming sky (three-sixty sound)

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Silverton, Colorado and Saratoga, Wyoming

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