At night and my lonely walk under the reflect of moonlight

Comfortable feelings refreshing air some cool moments

In whole year my mind free from the tension

Feelings of my soul are unmentioned

The Zebra Dun

First heard the song sung by Randolph Reynolds, Carizozo Flats, in 1890

We were camped on the plains at the head of the Cimmaron
When along came a stranger and stopped to arger some.
He looked so very very foolish that we began to look around,
We thought he was a greenhorn that had just 'scaped from town.

We asked him if he had he been to breakfast; he had n't had a smear;
So we opened up the chuck-box and bade him have his share.
He took a cup of coffee and some biscuits and some beans,
And then began to talk and tell about foreign kings and queens,

About the Spanish War and fighting on on the seas
With guns as big as steers and ramrods big as trees,--
And about old Paul Jones, a mean-fighting son of a gun,
Who was the grittiest cuss that ever pulled a gun.

Such an educated feller, his thoughts just came in herds,
He astonished all them cowboys with them jaw-breaking words.
He just kept on talking till he made the boys all sick
And they began to look around just how to play a trick.

He said he had lost his job upon the Santa Fe
And was going across the plains to strike the 7-D.
He did n't say how come it, some trouble with the boss,
But said he'd like to borrow a nice fat saddle horse.

This tickled all the boys to death; they laughed 'way down in their sleeves--
"We will lend you a horse just as fresh and fat as you please."
Shorty grabbed a lariat and roped the Zebra Dun
And turned him over to the stranger and waited for the fun.

Old Dunny was a rocky outlaw that had grown so awful wild
That he could paw the white out of the moon every jump for a mile.
Old Dunny stood right still--as if he didn't know--
Until he was saddled and ready for to go.

When the stranger hit the saddle, old Dunny quit the earth,
And traveled right straight up for all that he was worth.
A-pitching and a-squealing, a-having wall-eyed fits,
His hind feet perpendicular, his front ones in the bits.

We could see the tops of mountains under Dunny every jump,
But the stranger he was growed there just like the camel's hump;
The stranger sat upon him and curled his black moustache,
Just like a summer boarder waiting for his hash.

He thumped him in the shoulders and spurred him when he whirled,
To show them flunky punchers that he was the wolf of the world.
When the stranger had dismounted once more upon the ground,
We knew he was a thoroughbred and not a gent from town;

The boss, who was standing round watching of the show,
Walked right up to the stranger and told him he need n't go--
"If you can use a lasso like you rode old Zebra Dun,
You are the man I've been looking for ever since the year one."

Oh he could twirl the lariat and he did n't didn't do it slow;
He could catch them fore feet nine out of ten for any kind of dough,
There's one thing and a shore thing I've learned since I've been born,
That every educated feller ain't a plumb greenhorn.

Lazy days,
Lonely nights,
Looking for a lonely star
Who'd keep me company

Looking at the widespread sky,
Being me a lonely soul
Gazing at the moon so bright
Making wishes `pon a star

A blow of breeze
to animate
The freezing scene

So the strings of white gold ribbons
seem to tease the lonely moon
Because it is standing still
and they are free to move

"Twinkle twinkle little star . . . "
I used to sing when I was young
now I've grown but still today
" . . . how I wonder what you are"

Lying down upon the meadows
Dream of flying up so high
Reach the stars, sit on the moon
Dancing ballet with the clouds

The first droplet of a melting glacier leading the way to a mighty river

The first drop of rain over parched earth so humble yet life giving

The first star on the night sky which Illuminates the milky way

The first blood drop of a fallen brave Writes history in gold

Great men and their greatness Is like these invaluable drops

Their hearts nurtured by pioneering spirit

How insignificant but so significant!

Rich and pure is your beauty, your heart unfolds,
blooming like a rose.

Filled with the light of darkness,it warms my soul; penetrating every part of my body,
spreading its light of joy throughout.

Uncontrollable emotions surge inside of me,
rising and falling like notes on a music scale.

Like waves crashing against the ocean shore,
you took my breath away.

Dear to my heart, your sweet aroma surrounds me.
As my every sense lifts, I close my eyes, savoring in your beauty.

'Til the day of your darkness, I have you, my bud.
Hung to my heart, rare as you are, my . . .

Roads float, we stumble.
Only yesterday, the wet child ran around creating dark shiny patches on the floor.
The patches changed shapes.
They turned lighter and disappeared. The child made more.

A wet breeze rose. Drops trapped precariously within clouds fell.
Drops trapped precariously within leaves fell. Dark greens, limpid and liquid, melted with dark grays and browns.
Drops drummed.
Drops tinkled. Drops hummed.
The earth turned dark and moist.
The earth yielded to little fingers.
Rivulets were born.Lakes were born.
Paper boats floated in search of the sea.

A translucent green bud bathed under a waterfall. Ants swam desperately. Snails made precarious journeys from liquid branch to branch.
Soggy earthworms lay inert.
Crows, dripping blurs of black, meditated under arched roofs.
Frogs became sociable, musical.

The child's irises, eyelashes, mouth, fingertips quivered.
The rainbow dazzled against pale grays and yellows.
Toes curled in wonder.

Dirty rags, bits of coloured plastic, a shimmering turd swim to their destiny.
Cabs flee. Drunken buses totter and swerve dangerously.
A million cold wet needles fall.

Prophets promise a great cleansing rain. I wait, wet and cold, for a bus to office.

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