The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 4/3/09 (non-graphic language and not a prank)

[BlueIris]

"After Fighting for Hours"

When all else fails
we fall to making love,
our bodies like the pioneers
in rough covered wagons
whose oxen strained to cross the Rockies
until their hearts gave out trying,
those pioneers who had out-survived
fever, hunger, a run of bad luck,
those able-bodied men and women
who simply unlocked the animals
from their yokes, and taking
the hitches in their own hands, pulled
by the sheer desire of their bodies
their earthly goods over the divide.

~Kate Gleason

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear BlueIris...

I'm loving this one...

It's beautiful!

Thank you...

:hug:

[BlueIris]

3. Thank you, Ms. C-Peg. nt

[BlueIris]

4. Kick. Because no one read this one. nt

[Tuesday Afternoon]

5. I wonder how many of us now

could do such as this. Thanks.

[BlueIris]

6. Oooh, good question.

Tuesday always asks the good questions.