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We Are The Big Brave Hunters Of The Towns

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we are the big brave hunters of the towns wendy rose watson zani 1.

I am white in the dark waters of dawn but I was the straightest girl in the west long ago. Now I've found myself located in the deep South...

I've been taken and chained and locked in a cell for a while where I wept, slept and dreamed the truth, heard hot words and the sound of the guns that ended this game but I still got my boots on, yes even I know that maybe another sun will go down...slippin from the prison like roseys ghost isn't any trouble for me...but then I get past all that and then I can go past the skulls, the crosses and the bones again. Often times I find my way around the snakes and the silence. I've heard the howls of the wolves and run fast, even faster over the desert into the rivers that called and when the sun rose, my frightened eyes rose with the next days sun. I was just a girl then... my eyes still went deep... I'm a woman now but all along I made sure I pushed my daisy up like roses when I died...but I didn't really die....or at least those ghost chasing me from the past didn't...I mean I pretty much shot them down just like every good September Girl would but, well, something tells me that even the shots that rang out into the night couldn't kill em off and that maybe, just maybe I'm still alive and maybe, just maybe I still delight in verse.

Words © Wendy Rose Watson

Photo Art by Daniel Murtagh

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