pins springs

Pine Springs


the smell of pine comes to mind as I look out the window, it's been a
long time. i heard the sound of a voice, it sounded like yesterday all
over again.


it was at pine springs, a place out in the sticks, with the trees where
it is fresh and cool where theres was this one navajo girl, you could
say she was a cowgirl, yes...i remember her


her hair was long and dark brown and it hung loose to her waist and she
wore a long coat...it hung to the ground, with buttons running all the
way down


she had a look in her dark eyes like soft gentle meadows and her smile
made the sparrows sing...she was someone i knew a long time ago


she was small and delicate and walked with faded levis and western
shirts...i am going far she said, far away from this place...she longed
to reach the stars


there was a rodeo at pine springs, and i stood there with my rigging
and white boots....had s straw hat and was ready to ride
broncs...walking to the chutes i turned and saw her standing there near
the corral...


western shirt, a green plaid one with pearl colored buttons...faded
wranglers with a fancy buckle....her skin was the color of copper and
her hair tied back with a rubber band....she smiled at me and i can
still see it...leaning against the post, she told me i was crazy and i
was...


reaching up to the bucking chute... grabbed a hold of the top rung and
climbed over...it was a paint, brown and white horse...a rough
one...kicking and snorting...throwing himself against the
sides...wildness came to mind...


i glanced at her and she just stood there....wondering about the whole
thing....her foot was hinged on the bottom rung she did not move an
inch...she smiled at me a little shyly, maybe she was scared for
me...don't know but i turned to look down


straddled the bronc, thunder between my legs...and looking at them guys
holding the pen shut...and said let her dance...


it was a crazy time and place and after all this time she called me to
say she was going home....she married a cree guy from up north...but in
her voice i could her the sound of pine springs in her voice from years
ago and I said, hey there...we talked for just a minute...


she hung up to head on home with her family and kids and saw someone
who knew where I was and gave me call....she said she called to say
hello...


she wanted to go far from home and left to Missouri, when she left we
had lunch and talked till dusk...the last cup was a long one and we
found ourselves standing outside


there comes a time when you have to say good bye and we chose to go our
seperate ways without a sound, not a word to say....she walked out of
my life


the last thing she said to me a while ago on the phone was...


go to pine springs and let her dance


it brought back yesterday and I laughed...

rustywire