BrooksLooks @ The Crooked Road

20180204_175356THE CROOKED ROAD

if you’re a soul on the road less trod

people think you’re kind of odd

dancer to the different beat

of distant drums with footloose feet

in faraway places where trails are less traveled

modern trappings have all unraveled

unknown beauty in pristine places

of country folk and simple graces

stallions and canyons and pure fresh air

common sense is common there

days arrive in bright sunrises

and Mother Nature still surprises

we came to where there’s so much less

found plenty more and nonetheless

way out yonder in the wild west

are many ways to feel truly blessed

i wouldn’t change this crooked road

the sights we’ve seen nor the souls we’ve known

though moving around this much in life

is much too often if you ask my wife

we think about all the places we’ve been

a tapestry of time–and now and then

we imagine home–a humble space

to be enjoyed in a beautiful place

with much to ponder and recollect

perhaps there’s time we can reflect

that the best is really yet to be

though all the rest was fine with me

Copyright © 2013 Brooks Bradbury | Brooks Looks

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BrooksLooks @ Backlash

BACKLASH

it never ceases
to amaze
what people do
and why, these days

perhaps it’s me
or global warming
why such a spree
of strange is swarming

whom shall I tell?
to whom complain?
perhaps it’s me
who’s gone insane

Copyright 2013 © Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks

BrooksLooks @ George Schuster

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George Schuster

greeted my share of kings and queens
those who star on movie screens
dined with rock stars, heads of state
the notorious and the now quite late

but a face encountered eons ago
with steely eyes I didn’t know
has stuck with me, haunts me still
his rare achievement of iron will

just a kid, I crossed the road
met him there at the end of his life
kindly, willing to the garage he strode
of course he’d sharpen my kid jackknife

he stepped on the metal treadle
the big stone wheel would start to spin
sparks commenced from the metal
fascinated, i would stand and grin

he asked if it was sharp enough
as if i really knew
these fleeting moments our last
i think he probably knew

back across the road,
sharp shiny blade in hand
my mother had her doubts with me,
and the knife
not with the kindly old man

see, he was a master mechanic
in the automobile’s dawning age
and back in nineteen aught eight
he drove onto the world’s biggest stage

around the globe in his Thomas Flyer
he drove with grit and plenty of tires
to Paris–an American Victory
George Schuster set the winning pace
Champion of the World’s Great Race

that’s the story unabridged and whole
simple kindness from a once great soul
a moment in two lifetimes
a sliver of each life
memorable moments shared
with only a simple knife

Copyright © 2013 Brooks Bradbury | BrooksLooks
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Photo Credit: Jenn Czapla, 44 East Avenue, Springville, NY

BrooksLooks @ Why?

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ANOTHER MASS SHOOTING

ONE MORE TRAGIC DAY

ANOTHER MADMAN TERRORIST

LOST, GRIEVING

WE PRAY

THE MEDIA DRILL

ROLLS OUT THE SAME

WHO DID THE SHOOTING

WHO DID HE KILL?

WHAT WAS HIS NAME?

AND WHAT ABOUT MOTIVES?

ON HALLOWED GROUND

MORE FLOWERS LAID

WITH FLICKERING VOTIVES

SYMBOLS OF LIGHT

OF EACH LOSS PROFOUND

THERE IS A FIGHT

AHEAD

WE MUST FIGHT

WHY MY BELOVED COUNTRY

HAVE WE NOT YET RESOLVED?

THIS ISSUE OF GUNS

HAVE OUR LEADERS DISSOLVED?

WITH TEARS POURING OUT

FROM SO MANY EYES

ARE GUN RIGHTS MORE PRECIOUS

THAN OUR OWN CHILDREN’S LIVES?

TOO LITTLE ACTION

TOO MANY WHY’S

THROUGH RIVERS OF BLOOD

OUR GREAT NATION CRIES

WE CAN’T HOLD BACK

A GREAT NATION CRIES

THE FLOOD OF TEARS

IN OUR AMERICAN EYES

© Brooks Bradbury 2013 | BrookLooks

BrooksLooks @ Crucible

Crucible

CRUCIBLE

ON SANITY’S LAST HORIZON
FIERY FLAMES BEGAN TO RISE
TENDER HEARTS BEGIN TO MELT
TEARS POUR FROM STEELY EYES

THESE ARE DAYS OF TRIAL BY FIRE
SITUATIONS DARK AND DIRE
ANY SPARK COULD CAUSE IGNITION
INTO A CODE-RED CONDITION
WHITE-HOT SEARING
DANGER THREATENS
THE TIME HAS COME
THE HOUR IS NEARING

FORCES PULLING THIS WAY
FORCES PULL AGAINST
HUMAN ANGST AND HEARTACHE
EMOTIONS WILD AND INCENSED
IN MATTERS OF THE HEART
BETRAYALS AND BROKEN TRUST
TRAITORS TURN TO LEAVE US
OLD LOVE TURNS TO RUST
PROMISES ONCE MADE
ARE NOW ONLY ASH AND DUST

IN A CRUCIBLE
WE NO LONGER FEEL
FORGED IN FIRE
LIKE TEMPERED STEEL
CAUGHT BETWEEN LIFE’S FORCES
WE BOLDLY SOLDIER ON
VIVID WILD DREAMSCAPES
PORTEND A NEW AGE DAWN
ALL WE KNOW REFORMS, RESHAPES
CHANGE IS OUR NEW NORM

WE STEP OUT INTO THE FUTURE
EMOTIONS OVERDRAWN
BRAVELY FACING EACH NEW DAY
AND EVERY RAGING STORM

WITH FIRE IN THE HOLES
OF OUR CHROME ALLOY SOULS
GALVANIZED HEARTS
AS TIMES TURN TRAGIC
FORGED FROM METAL PARTS
WE KEEP FROM GOING INSANE
STEERING AWAY FROM OPEN FLAME
LOVE’S ALCHEMY WORKS ITS MAGIC
OUR BLOOD TURNS MOLTEN GOLD
RELATIONSHIPS TURN TRAGIC
THE END TIMES, TURN STONE COLD

WILL THIS BE OUR FINEST HOUR
OR A TIME NOT ONCE FORETOLD
WILL WE RISE TO NEW OCCASIONS
OR WILL WE REFRAIN
ARE WE BOLD ENOUGH TO KEEP
OUR HEARTS AND SOULS
FROM MELTING DOWN THE DRAIN

IF WE CUT THE FUELS
THE CRUCIBLE COOLS
POURED OUT ON LIFE’S CONVEYOR
MOLTEN EMOTIONS
OOZE OUT
LAYER UPON LAYER

SOLIDIFIED LIVES REVEAL
HEARTS ARE HARDER
AND HARDER STILL
FULLY TEMPERED
LIKE GLEAMING STEEL

IN A CRUCIBLE
OUR HEARTS BECOME FUSIBLE
IN A CRUCIBLE
THEY MELT TOGETHER
TOWARD A FINAL DAY
IS IT POSSIBLE
SUCH A PRICE TO PAY
BEYOND THE CRUCIBLE
WE FIND OUR WAY

FACING LIFE’S PYRE
THE FLAMES RISE HIGHER
WE COME OUT STRONGER
ETERNALLY STEELED
HEARTS FUSED FOREVER
FIRE-ANNEALED

© 2013 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks, 1 December 2013
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BrooksLooks @ Tears in Chiricahua

TEARS IN CHIRICAHUA

Brooks Bradbury

November 2013

ANCIENT CHIRICAHUA

SACRED LONG AGO

NOW CALLED ARIZONA

THEIR ANCESTRAL HOME

THEIR MOUNTAINS AND

THEIR GRASSLANDS

THE PLACES

THEY ROAMED THEN

NOW ONLY TRACES,

OF ‘NDE CHOKONEN

GENERATIONS CAME BEFORE THEM

UNKNOWN APACHE HEIRS

NATIVE BLOOD SPILLED TOO OFTEN

DEFENDING WHAT WAS THEIRS

WHO THEN ONE DAY WILL ATONE

FOR THEIR BROKEN HEARTS

EACH APACHE BROKEN BONE

THEIR BODIES DIED YET SANCTIFY

THEIR CHIRICAHUAS STILL

UNBROKEN NATIVE SPIRITS

UNBROKEN NATIVE WILL

THEIR VOICES WHISPER IN THE SILENCE

SPIRITS ROAM NOW WITHOUT FEARS

WHEN IT RAINS IN CHIRICAHUA

IT RAINS APACHE TEARS

© Brooks Bradbury | Innspired Hospitality

BrooksLooks @ Chiricahua Cowboy

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
Brooks Bradbury
September 2013

THE COOK REPORTED LONGHORNS
WERE COMING IN THE GATE
BUCKAROOS AT BREAKFAST
SOME WERE IN THE BUNK HOUSE
SOME WERE SLEEPING LATE

PRIT’ NEAR EIGHT MEAN CORRIENTE
AMBLED RIGHT UP THE OLD DIRT ROAD
POINTY HORNS A GLINTING
THEY LUMBERED TO AND FRO

THEY WERE FREE RANGE BEEF WITH ATTITUDE
AND IN ONE BY ONE THEY FILED
DANGED IF THEY DIDN’T GIT PAST THE CATTLE GRATES
LIKE A FARSIDE CARTOON GONE WILD

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S ON HIS HORSE AGAIN
WE NEVER KNOW WHY
WE NEVER KNOW WHEN
BUT HE’S THE HOPE OF ARIZONA
LEAST FROM GLEESON TO PORTAL
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S THE ONE THAT GETS THE CALL
ANY TIME ‘R OYSTER’S ARE UP AGAINST THE WALL
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY, HE WILL SAVE US ALL!

ONE WAS UDDERLY FEMALE
IT WAS PLAINLY CLEAR TO SEE
QUEEN OF THE RODEO HEIFERS
ANOTHER RATHER BULLISH ONE
HE KEPT EYEING ME

THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE SAUNTERED INTO VIEW
HE WORE HIS LEATHER JACKET WITH FRINGE
SMELLED LIKE BEER AND LAST NIGHT’S STEW
BOXER SHORTS AND COWBOY BOOTS
HIS PANTS STILL IN HIS ROOM

HE HAD SPURS, A WHIP, TWO FORTY-FIVES
AND HE WAS ITCHING FOR A FEUD
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
LOST BIG AT POKER AND LOVE LAST NIGHT
HE WAS ONE BIG ANGRY DUDE

HE WAS READY TO SETTLE THE SCORE
AND PUT THOSE BEEVES BACK IN THE PEN
A BEEFLY DUEL WAS COMING ON, IT SEEMED
WHILE IN THE SAGE, FRESH COWPIES STEAMED
THE HEIFER HUDDLED THE OTHERS THEN
WEIGHT WAS SHIFTED
HORNS WERE POINTED
THE BEEVES THEN THUNDERED IN

ALL OF A SUDDEN THE BRAWL COMMENCED
BULL WHIP CRACKED AND BULLETS FLYING
EIGHT CORRIENTE TURNED TAIL TO RUN
IN THE END THEY MET THEIR BOVINE MATCH
CHIRICAHUA COWBOY WAS SMILIN’
AS HE BLEW SMOKE FROM THE END OF HIS GUN

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY ROUNDED ‘EM UP RIGHT THEN
THEY WERE BEATEN LIKE HAMBURGER AND LOCKED IN THE PEN
“NEXT TIME YOU COME ROUND HERE
THE BUTCHER’LL MAKE IT CUT AND DRIED
AND MAKE LITTLE PARTS OUT OF THOSE CARCASSES
AND WALLETS FROM YER HIDE!

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S ON HIS HORSE AGAIN
WE NEVER KNOW WHY
WE NEVER KNOW WHEN
BUT HE’S THE HOPE OF ARIZONA
LEAST FROM WILLCOX TO PORTAL
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S THE ONE THAT GETS THE CALL
ANY TIME ‘R OYSTER’S ARE UP AGAINST THE WALL
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY, HE DONE SAVED US ALL!
CHIRICAHUA COWBOY–NO ONE RIDES AS TALL!

© Brooks Bradbury / Innspired Hospitality

BrooksLooks @ Sheboygan, Wisconsin

TRUE MEASURE OF A COMMUNITY
Brooks Bradbury
Sheboygan, Wisconsin
April 22 2007

To the Editor of the Sheboygan Press:

You kindly welcomed two New Englanders to these shores last summer and as first impressions are important I thought I would share mine with you. Once we decided to follow opportunity to the Midwest, I confess to consulting a map to find Wisconsin in the first place. I would like to personally atone for wrongly imagining that Sheboygan must have similar attributes to the similar sounding “New Joy-sey.” Forgive my uninformed perspective.
From the New England perspective, Wisconsin lies somewhere near the Arctic Circle and the weather must be really horrible there. I can say now the weather is about the same as New England and there are plenty of other differences we have come to celebrate.
Sad to say that Wisconsin rarely entered my young Yankee consciousness. It did happen occasionally when the Packers were on TV. As a young Packer fan, I imagined Green Bay to be a remote ice-covered city with Bart Starr as its leading hero. I know I had some of this right.
Milwaukee remains pretty murky in the New England mind, although we share the same passion for beer. Beer dulled the pain of so many losing Red Sox seasons and is no doubt helpful here. New England must be a little murky in the Badger mind as well, someone asked us if Connecticut was on the east coast. OK. Fair is fair.
Now happily situated here in Sheboygan and regularly getting the ‘blue bag’ out to the curb on the right day, we have endured our limit of conversations with those back home who over-reference “cheese heads” or who wonder why on earth we would come here. It seems I think it best at this point to keep them in the dark.
Other than our family members, we left behind a diminishing sense of community values, baked beans, bad air (from cars), traffic, general indifference, lobster rolls, littleneck clams and hills.
And this is what we have already gained: genuinely kind neighbors with real honest-to-goodness values; an unreal work ethic; incredible artisanal cheeses; a very special Mead Library; sunrises over Lake Michigan; Leinies and brat frys; walleyes and fish fries. Removing our family members from the equation, we feel blessed to have traded up.
It has been humbling to discover foliage, cranberries, quaint towns and even a popular ‘cape’ (Door County) actually exist in the Midwest.
And it has been serendipitous to walk along the beautiful Lake Michigan beach here without having to pay the Connecticut shoreline’s $40-per-family-member-to-walk-here every summer fee.
We amuse ourselves each time we discover any noticeable change in topography (OK it’s pretty flat here…) that reminds us of a real New England hill. We hope to hike in the Kettle Moraine one day, but to us hikes always mean some significant change in elevation.
All kidding aside, the real measure of our new community is block after block of well cared for properties, and kind people who have time for each other and who share their time and talents for the common good.
There is much to love about New England and in a way it will always resonate as home for us. I hope one day you experience its natural beauty in places like the Berkshires or on Block Island or in any of its myriad picturesque towns and villages. Back east though, hardly any of our neighbors knew each other. It is blissfully different here. One night, I was coming home from work dreading the time after dinner that would be necessary for me to repair the old snowblower in order to clear the driveway after a recent blizzard.
I turned the corner and to my wondering eyes the driveway had already been cleared of snow! My joy turned to guilt when I imagined my wife may have borrowed a snowblower and done it herself (gulp). I walked inside to learn she hadn’t — our wonderful new neighbors had! Incredibly, another neighbor had delivered some delicious homemade soup and to top it all off there was a welcoming gift of homemade cookies from yet another!
How happy we felt to have arrived here.
So you see, it really isn’t a “horse apiece.” There is much good to celebrate in Sheboygan beginning with the Midwest’s firm grasp of values, of a community working together, and remembering that the simple things in life are really everything. There are many things we wish were different in our country today, however there is so much about Sheboygan that we hope will always stay the same.

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BrooksLooks @ Berkshire Dance

BERKSHIRE DANCE
Brooks Bradbury
Stockbridge Massachusetts
29 May 1999

It is invisible at first. You can’t quite perceive what surrounds you having arrived from points beyond with stress clearly visible in your eyes. The veins in your neck throb and protrude. They are surely the result of unhealthy dances you’ve been performing elsewhere. Only in time and by being still inside will the gentle rhythm and strong essence of the Berkshires be revealed to you, soothing you.
 
At first, you will be fooled. Your first pass through these Berkshire Hills, no doubt driving along and jumping to the conclusion that this Route 7 corridor is “all there is.” As if one paved road was the only dimension you could imagine. 
 
So What? You think to yourself. (You can’t feel it yet.) But if you’re in search of, or you only have time for the superficial, you’re best continuing on.   You will miss what’s here and the Berkshires will be lost on you. To those of spirit and openness, a place of wonder will begin to unfold around you.
 
When you are ready to perceive with all of your senses (i.e., more than five) these Berkshires will begin to make sense. Further from the pavement, it may begin as you notice quietness–the  joyful lack of mechanical intrusions, automobile horns and piercing sirens.  And this will build within you, as you receive the kindness of a Berkshire resident or you hear Nature begin to speak.
 
It will crescendo with a symphony and peak with an artist’s proof before your very eyes. Dazzle you from a stage, even leap at you from a “Pillow.” Or perhaps a genuine Berkshire essence will occur to you when you reflect on relics of the Berkshire past.
 
It is this Berkshire spirit that can transform your soul bringing you to a place you could be, inside. You will begin to ‘see’ what is here when you venture far beyond the roads into the corners to the quiet places—where solitude grows louder. Every idea is clearer here in these places–you’ll hear insects and breezes, brooks and trees.
 
Loudest of all, your thoughts emerge from the cacophonous static of a modern age onto a blank and tranquil new canvas in your mind where you might imagine more clearly all that is possible, where your life might lead you.
 
And then, your dance with the Berkshires has begun. And you’ll realize why we who live here move to an invisible rhythm, savor moments in time a little longer and treasure our lives more deeply.

Welcome to the Berkshires!
                                                                          You’ve arrived.

BrooksLooks @ Native Son

NATIVE SON
Brooks Bradbury 
16 NOVEMBER 2013
 
THE GENERATION AFTER THE GREATEST ONE
GREW UP PROUD AS NATIVE SONS
HEIRS TO THEIR NEW BRAVE WORLD
THEY RAISED THEIR FLAG NEW LIVES UNFURLED 
 
FRESH CHALLENGES AND FUTURE SHOCK
NUCLEAR TICKS OF A DOOMSDAY CLOCK
ALWAYS MINDFUL OF THE PRICE THEY PAID
GRATEFUL FOR THE PATH THEY MADE

PERPLEXED AT TODAY'S REALITY 
AND TEAR-IT-DOWN MENTALITY
PERHAPS THE GREATEST NOW REGRET 
WHAT THEY'VE GIVEN AND WHAT THEY'VE DONE
AND THE FEELINGS FELT BY NATIVE SONS 
 
LEAVING NOW AS CHILDREN NURSING HALLS FILL 
NATIVE SONS CARRY ON THEIR CHERISHED HIGH IDEALS
PRECIOUS FEW UPHOLDING WELL-LEARNED VALUES STILL
THESE ARE THE DAYS OF NATIVE SONS
OF A WELL-EARNED FUTURE THANKFULLY SOUGHT
WHY DOES IT SEEM THE GREATEST ONES
REGRET WHAT THEY HAVE WROUGHT 
 
GROWING UP SOME NORMAL KID 
WE THOUGHT WE DID AS NEIGHBORS DID
HALLOWED GROUND AND VALUES DEAR
WE'VE COME SO FAR AND AS I LOOK AROUND
WHY AM I THE STRANGER HERE? 
 
A PACHYDERM PARTY A HERD OF RED ASSES 
VIGILANT GUARDIANS OF A NARROWING VIEW 
NATIVE SONS SHOCKED AT WHAT NOW PASSES
FROM THE GENERATION THAT 'GOT IT DONE'
FINAL TANTRUMS BEFORE THEY'RE GONE  
ANGER AT CHANGE AND VEILED ATTACKS
RACISM CONTINUES AND CIVILITY LACKS
 
HE HAS ENDURED THE AGE'S GREATEST CHANGES 
AND SAVORED EVERY GIFT
FROM THE GENERATION BEFORE HIM 
OLD MINDS ARE NEGATIVE AND STIFF
WHERE EVER HAS 'WHAT'S RIGHT' GONE?  
NATIVE SONS PONDERS THIS
IT SEEMS THE GREAT GENERATION 
REJECTS WHAT THEY HAVE DONE 
LEAVING NOW THEIR NATIVE SON 
TO PONDER HOW HE'S BECOME 
A STRANGER ON THE RUN 

© 2013 Brooks Bradbury / Innspired Hospitality

BrooksLooks @ Innkeepers

INNKEEPERS LIKE SLEEPERS
Brooks Bradbury
15 November 2013

IT’S NO SECRET
INNKEEPERS LIKE SLEEPERS
ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO RENT ROOMS
AND THOSE WHO DRINK WINE
AND THOSE WHO NEED TIME
FOR ROMANCE
LIKE BRIDES & GROOMS
AND THOSE OVERDUE FOR SOME VACATION
AND A LITTLE PRIVACY
ONE ASSUMES
THE DESPERATE FOR RELAXATION
AND RELIEF FROM CITY FUMES
THIS ABOUT COVERS
OUR WHOLE NATION

INNKEEPERS ITS TRUE
CAN REALLY VARY
BUT ALL GENUINELY OFFER
SANCTUARY

INNKEEPERS LOVE TO WELCOME EACH GUEST
THEY REALLY LOVE A FULL HOUSE
AND DREAM OF THE DAY
WHEN THEY CAN REST
IT’S THE GUESTS WHO COME BACK
FOR WHOM THEY ARE BLEST
INNKEEPERS OFFER ESCAPE
FROM LIFE’S TESTS

INNKEEPERS THOUGH
ARE A LITTLE OFF KILTER
PERHAPS ALWAYS BEING TOO NICE
MEANS THEY LACK SOME PERSONAL FILTER
OR THEIR UPBRINGING TAUGHT THEM
TO ALWAYS BE GIVING
OR THAT REAL JOY
COMES FROM HELPING OTHERS
WITH THEIR LIVING

THE WORLD’S INDEED A MUCH BETTER PLACE
BECAUSE INNKEEPERS WELCOME
THE WHOLE HUMAN RACE
THEN SEND PEOPLE BACK HUMAN AGAIN
TO THE PLACE THEY BELONG
AND BACK WITH THEIR FRIENDS

INNKEEPERS PERHAPS CONTRIBUTE
TO A LITTLE LESS TENSION
A LITTLE MORE LOVE
LESS APPREHENSION
MORE UNDERSTANDING
AND A REDUCTION IN STRESS
WITHOUT INNKEEPERS
THIS WOULD BE
A MUCH BIGGER MESS

HERE’S TO THE INNKEEPERS
A RATHER UNSUNG FOLK
MAY THEY SLIP INTO THEIR HOT TUBS
TONIGHT
FOR A WELL-DESERVED SOAK

IT’S NO SECRET
INNKEEPERS LIKE SLEEPERS
ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO RENT ROOMS
AND THOSE WHO DRINK WINE
AND THOSE WHO NEED TIME
FOR ROMANCE
LIKE BRIDES & GROOMS
AND THOSE IN NEED OF REAL VACATION
A LITTLE PRIVACY ONE ASSUMES
THOSE DESPERATE FOR RELAXATION
RELIEF FROM STRESS AND CITY FUMES
THIS JUST ABOUT COVERS OUR WHOLE NATION

INNKEEPERS IT’S TRUE
CAN REALLY VARY
BUT EACH OFFERS
A WELCOME TO SANCTUARY

© BROOKS BRADBURY / INNSPIRED HOSPITALITY

BrooksLooks @ Innkeeper Nation

INNKEEPER NATION
Brooks Bradbury

WE BUILD OUR BUSINESS SERVING GUESTS FIRST
WE ATTEND TO COMFORT HUNGER AND THIRST
THE GO-TO PEOPLE FOR RELAXATION GETAWAYS AND CELEBRATIONS
SOMETIMES SPEECHLESS AT WHAT WE BEHOLD
AT WHAT WE SEE AND WHAT WE’RE TOLD
AT TIMES CLUELESS, AT TIMES AMAZINGLY WISE
AT TIMES SO QUIET WE HEAR THE OVERHEAD RISE

WE CHECK LEGIONS IN, CHECK LEGIONS OUT
WE’RE PLEASANT EVERY DAY, NO DOUBT
WE SERVE CANAPÉS AND WINE AND CHEESE
WORK ENDLESS DAYS AND AIM TO PLEASE
TRIP ADVISOR CAN MAKE OUR DAY OR TURN IT ROUND THE OTHER WAY
GOOD REVIEWS MAKE US SEEM BRILLIANT, THE BAD GIVE US HELL TO PAY

IT SURE BEATS LIFE IN A CUBBY OR THE TEDIOUS NINE TO FIVE DRAG
WITH MORE WEEKENDS OFF WE’D BE EVEN MORE CHUBBY
PROBABLY HALF IN THE BAG
ALL OF OUR GUESTS BRING JOY TO THE HEART, SURE:
MOST ALL AT ARRIVAL AND A FEW AT DEPARTURE
WE’VE GOT HOLES IN OUR ‘TAPE CHARTS’ WE’RE DESPERATE TO FILL
THIS AIN’T FOR THE FAINT-HEARTS NOR THE OVER-THE-HILL

WE’VE GOT PLENTY OF SECRETS WE COULD GET OFF OF OUR CHESTS
ALWAYS GRACIOUS UNDER STRESS, APPRECIATIVE OF RETURNING GUESTS
WE CARRY BAGS, SHOW THE WAY, POUR THE COFFEE, CLEAN THE LOO
OFFER ADVICE–RECEIVE OUR SHARE TOO

WE SEE OUR GUESTS NAKED WITHOUT INHIBITIONS
AT TIMES LOCKED OUT IN AWKWARD POSITIONS
IN-TUNE WITH OUR GREASE-TRAPS, WE BRAVE THE OCCASIONAL MOUSE
WE KNOW THE DOUBLE EDGE SWORD OF A COMPLETELY FULL-HOUSE
WE CLEAN UP MESSES AND SPILLS, WE PAY HEAVENLY BILLS
WE FLASH MILES OF SMILES, VACUUM HAIRS OFF TILES
WE SILENCE BEDSPRINGS, FORTIFY WALLS AGAINST SNORES
RETURN LOST AND FOUND THINGS, SETTLE CHECK-OUT TIME WARS

WE POINT TOILET PAPER FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON
IS THIS IN THE HANDBOOK? ARE WE OVER-REACHING?
WE STRATEGIZE ON RENTING BEDS–DIAMONDS AND STARS DANCE IN OUR HEADS
WE SPEND LONG HOURS AT LABOR AT OUR INN VOCATIONS
WE “LIVE WITH” OUR CUSTOMERS AND HAVE QUITE A FEW RESERVATIONS

PERPETUALLY IN NEED OF A LONGER VACATION
WE ARE THE FAITHFUL OF THE INNKEEPER NATION
WE’RE GIVEN ONE CHANCE TO MAKE FIRST IMPRESSIONS
WE LOOK ASKANCE AT INDISCRETIONS

BECOME AN INNKEEPER—AND YOU’LL LIVE LIFE EVEN DEEPER
AND FLY BY THE SEAT OF YOUR PANTS
IT’S OUR GUESTS THAT WE TREASURE AS FRAGILE AND RARE
OF COURSE! MY PLEASURE! WHY YES, BE RIGHT THERE!
IT’S UP-CLOSE AND PERSONAL–WE ATTEND TO SYBIL-LIKE ROLES
SOMETIMES WE COULD BITE OFF SOME HEADS JUST TO SPIT IN THE HOLES…

BUT WE SMILE THROUGH OUR ANGER RESISTING THE URGE
WHEN WE’RE OVER-THE-EDGE AND OUT ON THE VERGE
THIS IS OUR CALLING WE ARE DESTINED TO SERVE
WE’VE GOT THE MANNERS, THE BRASS AND THE NERVE
GUESTS RETURN JOY AND LOVE US IN TURN
THEY RESPOND TO OUR KINDNESS, THEIR LOYALTY WE EARN

SNOOZING AWAY, IN THOSE EARLY MORN HOURS
WHEN WE AWAKEN FROM DREAMS OF FRETTE AND FLOWERS
REMEMBER THERE’S ONLY ONE CHOICE WE NEED MAKE
IT’S NOT WHAT ROOM TO CLEAN FIRST NOR WHICH MUFFIN TO BAKE
NOT THE QUICHE OR FRITATTA NOR THE GLUTEN-FREE CAKE

NOR WHICH POTPOURRI YOU’VE DECIDED TO USE
OR IF YOU NEED PADDED HANGERS OR JUST PADDED ROOMS
FOR THE HEART OF THE MATTER, THE REAL CRUX OF THE THING
IS WHEN YOU WAKE UP TO AN ALARM BELL RING
A MOMENT OF TRUTH ARRIVES EACH DAY IN YOUR LIFE
A DECISION YOU MAKE THAT CUTS LIKE A KNIFE
YOUR ONLY CHOICE IS THIS ONE, TO GET BY:
ARE YOU GOING TO LIVE? OR ARE YOU GOING TO DIE?

IF YOU’VE DECIDED TO DIE, PLEASE — FALL DOWN QUICKLY
LET’S SPARE ALL THE OTHERS FROM THE NEGATIVE AND PRICKLY
BUT IF YOU’VE DECIDED TO LIVE: THEN BY ALL MEANS FLOURISH!
GROW JOY IN YOUR SOUL, LOVE AND BE NOURISHED

IN THE FINAL ANALYSIS, IT’S THE GIFTS WE GIVE
THE TIME WE SHARE, THE WAY WE LIVE
THE GIVING BACK, THE BEING THERE
THE FRIENDS WE MAKE, THE WAY WE CARE
TIME GETS SHORTER, NUMBERED DAYS WHIZ BY
PLENTY OF WORRIES, TO PONDER WHY
IT’S AN INNKEEPER’S LIFE, A STRIVING TO SERVE
IN SPITE OF THE GRIND AND THE OCCASIONAL CURVE
WE ARE THE GIFTS WE GIVE TO THE SOULS WHO ARRIVE
EACH AND EVERY DAY IN AN INN, WE KNOW WE’RE ALIVE

© BROOKS BRADBURY | INNSPIRED HOSPITALITY 2013

BrooksLooks @ Back of Beyond

BACK OF BEYOND
Brooks Bradbury

BEATEN DOWN BY POLITICS
MY OFFICE RAN AGROUND
IT’S TIME TO GET A COWBOY FIX
GET OUT OF THIS DAMNED TOWN

LEAVE THE RACE TO MY FELLOW RATS
CLEAR MY HEAD AND RECONNECT
THE CHAPARRAL IS CALLING
LEAVING NOW TO GET THERE FAST
TO FIND MYSELF AND REDIRECT
HEAR MY THOUGHTS
AND RESURRECT
I FEEL LIKE I’M FALLING
AS I DRIVE ON AND ON AND ON
WAY OUT THERE
TO THE BACK OF BEYOND

I’LL FIRE UP THE FARMALL
LEAVE ALL MY TROUBLES BEHIND
RIDE OUT INTO PURPLE SAGE
IN AN ARIZONA STATE OF MIND
OVER DIAMONDBACKS
THROUGH COYOTE PACKS
OCOTILLO AND PRICKLY PEAR
SOUNDS LIKE MY OFFICE I SWEAR
THERE I’LL SAVOR STILLNESS
EVERY BRILLIANT SUNRISE
THE COTTONWOODS ARE BEAUTIFUL
TIME TO RESET, REGROUP AND REPRISE

ONLY DIRT ROADS TAKE YOU OUT THERE
BRING YOUR SIDEARM AND SOME GUTS
GO LEFT ON DOUBLE BUZZARD
TAKE HIGH LONESOME IF YOU MUST
A THOUSAND MILES LATER WHERE
YOU’RE FAR FROM ALL THE CHAOS
YOUR FIRST BREATHS OF RARE FRESH AIR
TELL ‘EM ANYTHING YOU WANT TO
TELL ‘EM I ABSCONDED
TO THE WIDE OPEN COUNTRY
TELL ‘EM I DROVE ON AND ON AND ON
TO THE PLACES FAR BEYOND IT

I’LL FIRE UP THE FARMALL
LEAVE MY TROUBLES BEHIND
RIDE OUT INTO PURPLE SAGE
IN AN ARIZONA STATE OF MIND
OVER DIAMONDBACKS
THROUGH COYOTE PACKS
OCOTILLO AND PRICKLY PEAR
I’LL SAVOR STILLNESS AND BRILLIANT SUNRISE
WHERE THE COTTONWOODS ARE BEAUTIFUL
I’M NEVER LEAVING THERE I SWEAR

APACHE VOICES AND NATIVE SPIRITS
TEMPERED BY THE YEARS
IN THE STILLNESS STILL I FEEL THEM
AND HEAR THEM LOUD AND CLEAR
THEIR BRAVE STRUGGLE AND THEIR FEAR
I’VE HUNGERED FOR THEIR FREEDOM
KNOWN A SOUL’S GREAT WILD THIRST
FOR THESE GREAT WIDE OPEN SPACES
WHERE LIFE’S TRIALS ARE REVERSED

I CAN’T SEE IT FROM THE CITY
BUT I KNOW IT’S WAY OUT THERE
I CAN’T SMELL IT’S WILD FRAGRANCE
IN THIS CITY’S ACRID AIR
THOSE DAYS I SPEND OUT THERE
ARE REALLY NO LONGER DREAMS
THEY ARE MY SANITY THESE DAYS IT SEEMS
THE BALANCE MY LIFE NEEDS

AS I STARE OUT MY OFFICE WINDOW NOW
DREAMING OF THOSE DAYS
I LOOK FOR IT ON THE HORIZON
AND LONG FOR WESTERN WAYS
MY HEART’S OUT IN THE SAGE GRASS
AND IN THE WILD PLACES
THIS HELPS ME CARRY ON AND ON
HELPS ME CARRY ON
ALWAYS TAKES ME BACK THERE
TO THE BACK OF BEYOND

I’LL FIRE UP THE FARMALL
LEAVE MY TROUBLES BEHIND
RIDE OUT INTO PURPLE SAGE
IN AN ARIZONA STATE OF MIND
IN SPITE OF DIAMONDBACKS
COYOTE PACKS
OCOTILLO PRICKLY PEAR
I SAVORED STILLNESS AND BRILLIANT SUNRISE
COTTONWOODS SO BEAUTIFUL
MY HEART’S NEVER LEAVING THERE I SWEAR

© BROOKS BRADBURY | INNSPIRED HOSPITALITY

BrooksLooks @ Chiricahua Cowgirl

CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL
Brooks Bradbury

UNDER POWDER BLUE SKIES
A YOUNG ARIZONA GIRL RIDES
ON HER PRIDE AND JOY PONY
THEIR RARE LOVE ABIDES

HER MOTHER’S FINAL DYING HOPE
A GIFT TO HER A LARIAT ROPE
AND A LEOPARD APPALOOSA COLT
HER DAUGHTER NAMED HIM LIGHTENING BOLT

SHE FIGHTS THE PAIN EVERY NOW AND THEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
TO RECONNECT WITH EARLY DAYS
AND HER MOTHER’S LOVE AND SIMPLE WAYS
IN APACHE LAND OF CHOKONEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
GET UP, GET ON YOUR HORSE AND TELL ME WHEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN

THEY ROAMED THE DESERT RANGE FOREVER
TWO YOUNG HEARTS TOGETHER,
SMELLS OF PIÑON PINE AND LEATHER
DAYS GO BY AND THEY WOULD KNOW
LIFE’S SUPRISING SUDDEN BLOWS
SHATTERED BONES AND BROKEN HEARTS
PAINFUL FALLS AND LOVER’S WOES

SHE FIGHTS THE PAIN EVERY NOW AND THEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
TO RECONNECT WITH EARLIER DAYS
AND HER MOTHER’S LOVE AND SIMPLE WAYS
IN APACHE LAND OF CHOKONEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
GET UP, GET ON YOUR HORSE TELL ME WHEN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN

A HANDSOME COWBOY RAW AND TALL
BROUGHT HER FLOWERS, CHANGED IT ALL
HER LOVE GREW STRONGER
THEN ALL FELL THROUGH
ENDING SOME MONTHS LATER
BECAUSE HE WAS UNTRUE

THE WILD WEST BECAME WILD THEN
UNBRIDLED ANGER AND WILD EYES,
SHE SET OFF TO OUTRUN HIS LIES
NOTHING COULD CONTAIN HER RAGE
SHE TRIED HARD TO TURN THE PAGE
RODE HER HORSE LIKE A LION FROM A CAGE

THE RIDE WAS FAST AND FAR AND HIGH,
TEARS FROM LOSS AND CRIES OF WHY
BEYOND THE LIMITS OF HORSE AND GIRL
A WILD CRAZY DERVISH WHIRL

A SCORPION SURPRISED THEM
HER HORSE REARED UP, SHE FELL DOWN
ONLY HOURS LATER CAME AROUND
HER HORSE STAYED BY HER
THEY STOOD THEIR GROUND

SHE DRAGGED HERSELF UP
FROM THE GROUND TO HER STIRRUPS
BROKEN BONES AND AN UNYIELDING SPIRIT
HER LAST RIDE? SHE’LL NEVER HEAR IT

CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
GET UP, GET ON YOUR HORSE
AND TELL ME WHEN
THE CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN
CHIRICAHUA COWGIRL RIDES AGAIN

BrooksLooks @ Appalachia Rising

APPALACHIA RISING
Brooks Bradbury
6.11.2011

BORN IN A HOLLER
RAISED IN A SHACK,
LEARNED TO GET BY ON
WHAT THE LAND GAVE BACK
NEVER KNEW THE WORLD
OF THE GREAT BEYOND
APPALACHIAN MAN FOREVER FOND
OF THE SWEET BLUE RIDGE LAND
HE GREW UP ON

HE KNOWS THE RIDGE
LIKE THE BACK OF HIS HAND
PAIN, DROUGHT AND HUNGER
MADE A BOY INTO A MAN
HE’LL NEVER BREAK FREE
OF HIS BLUE RIDGE BOND
HOME IS HERE IN THE LAND HE’S ON

LIVING ON A MEAGER RATION
PUT DOWN, DISPARAGED–
PROUDLY APPALACHIAN
IT’S A SIMPLE LIFE IN TIME
WHERE I FEEL THE BEAT
OF NATURE’S RHYTHM
AND THE TIES THAT BIND

BORN IN A HOLLER
RAISED IN A SHACK
LEARNED TO GET BY
ON WHAT THE LAND GAVE BACK
NEVER KNEW THE WORLD
OF THE GREAT BEYOND
APPALACHIAN MAN’S SACRED BOND
HE’D NEVER LEAVE THE LAND
HE GREW UP ON

HERE IS WHERE HE HUNTED
UP ON THE RIDGE,
LEARNED ABOUT FAMILY
LEARNED ABOUT LOVE
LEARNED TO MAKE THE MOST FROM A LITTLE, AND TO RISE ABOVE
APPALACHIAN MAN KNOWS WHAT HE’S MADE OF
THANKFUL FOR THE PRIVILEGE
WHEN GOD MADE HOME
HE MADE MY BLUE RIDGE

HE MADE OUR HOME LIKE HEAVEN
GAVE US BLUE GRASS AND WINE,
FOX GRAPES AND PINTOS,
SUGAR AND ‘SHINE
EVERYTHING NEEDED
UNDER THE SUN
WHEN GOD MADE MY BLUE RIDGE
HE KNEW HIS WORK WAS DONE

LIFE HERE’S A CHALLENGE
NO OUTSIDER KNOWS
THE PEACE OF THE MOUNTAINS,
AND THE WAY THE WIND BLOWS
REAL SILENCE EXISTS ALONG
OLD COUNTRY ROADS
BUT THE WAY IT’S ALWAYS BEEN AIN’T THE WAY THE STORY GOES
THE TREES BEGIN TO WHISPER,
WE’RE ALL REALIZING
THE TIME’S HAS ARRIVED APPALACHIA’S RISING
THE TIME’S HAS ARRIVED FOR APPALACHIA RISING

BORN IN A HOLLER
RAISED IN A SHACK,
LEARNED TO GET BY
ON WHAT THE LAND GAVE BACK
NEVER KNEW THE WORLD
OF THE GREAT BEYOND,
NEVER LEFT THE LAND
HE GREW UP ON
APPALACHIAN MAN FIGHTS
FOR THE LAND HE’S ON

BrooksLooks @ Beer

The Beer Poem
Brooks Bradbury
2 August 2011

I NEVER UNDERSTOOD THE REASON
WHY WHEN YOU COME NEAR
ALL I WANT TO DO IS TO, DRINK BEER
ALL I NEED RIGHT NOW IS TO DRINK BEER

AND IF YOU COME BY HERE MORE OFTEN
I ‘LL NEED TO DRINK A LOT MORE BEER
I ‘M GONNA START RIGHT NOW
AM I THE HEADLIGHTS OR AM I THE DEER?
JUST DON’T TRY TO TOUCH ME MISTER
THERE JUST AIN’T THAT MUCH BEER

LIQUOR, LIQUOR, WINE AND BEER
THERE AIN’T ENOUGH FOR ME IT’S CLEAR
BECAUSE OF YOU MY WORLD’S A BLUR
OUT OF SYNCH, ‘BURP’, AS IT WERE

WHEN YOU PASS BY MY FRONT GATE
I HEAD FOR THE SHELTER OF AN ALTERED STATE
WHY CAN’T YOU GET THE MESSAGE?
I DON’T LIVE HERE ANY LONGER
I’M OUT LOOKING FOR SOME BEER
OR EVEN SOMETHING STRONGER

LIQUOR, LIQUOR, WINE AND BEER
THERE AIN’T ENOUGH FOR ME IT’S CLEAR
BECAUSE OF YOU MY WORLD’S A BLUR
OUT OF SYNCH, ‘BURP’, AS IT WERE

GO GET A JOB AND LEAVE ME ALONE
I’LL NEVER THROW YOU EVEN ONE SMALL BONE
I’LL RUN FOR THE HILLS… THERE AIN’T NO REASON YOU SHOULD PHONE
WHY WHEN YOU COME NEAR
ALL I WANT TO DO IS TO, DRINK BEER
ALL I NEED RIGHT NOW IS TO DRINK BEER

IT’S A STRANGE CORRELATION
A CRYSTAL CLEAR INDICATION
BETWEEN YOU AND MY INTOXICATION
PERHAPS THERE’S A REASON
OR IT’S SIMPLY OUT OF FEAR
WHEN I SEE YOU, I THINK BEER
WHEN I SEE YOU, I DRINK BEER
JUST DON’T TRY TO TOUCH ME MISTER
THERE JUST AIN’T THAT MUCH BEER!

LIQUOR, LIQUOR, WINE AND BEER
THERE AIN’T ENOUGH FOR ME IT’S CLEAR
BECAUSE OF YOU MY WORLD’S A BLUR
OUT OF SYNCH, ‘BURP’, AS IT WERE

BrooksLooks @ The Poisoned Well

POISONED WELL
Brooks Bradbury

DEEP IN THE CORNER OF YOUR MIND’S DARK ROOM
GROWS A FEELING OF UNCERTAINTY
A HINT OF DOOM AND GLOOM
TEMPERATURES, WATER,
BLOOD PRESSURE RISING
FLOWER’S STRAIN TO BLOOM
ICE IS MELTING
TREES ARE CRYING

THERE’S POISON IN THE WATER POISON IN THE WOMB
THE STATUS QUO IS JUST A ONE WAY TOMB
GOD ONLY KNOWS AND TIME WILL TELL
TAKE ANOTHER CUP IT SURE TASTES SWELL
ARE WE LIVING IN A HOUSE WITH A POISONED WELL?
IGNORING ALL THE ROADSIGNS ON THE ROAD TO HELL

AS IT ALL COMES DOWN OUR PATHS DIVIDE
AMONG THOSE WHO HAVE AND THOSE DENIED
RANDOM SHOOTINGS IN THE SUBURBS
IN OUR SCHOOLS AND ON OUR STREETS
OUR INDIFFERENCE BROUGHT US HATRED
GANGS AND MOBS AND MORAL DEFEATS
CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF EARTH’S RISING TIDE
THE EXPLANATIONS WERE REALLY ONLY LIES
IT’S CRYSTAL CLEAR IN THE NAYSAYERS’ EYES

THERE’S REALLY NO TELLING HOW FAR YOU FELL
GOD ONLY KNOWS AND TIME WILL TELL
LIVING IN A HOUSE WITH A POISONED WELL
A FELLOW TRAVELER ON THE ROAD TO HELL
HAVE ANOTHER LADLEFUL SURE TASTES SWELL
MOTHER NATURE’S CRYING ‘BOUT HER POISONED WELL

THE TRUTH IS CLEAR
WE’LL RECEIVE AS WE’VE GIVEN
IT’S OVERDUE NOW
TO CHANGE THE LIVES WE’RE LIVING
THE WORLD’S PROBLEMS LIE AT OUR FEET
WE’VE GOT TROUBLE IN OUR FOOD, TROUBLE ON THE STREET
WHO WILL SAVE US NOW?
IT’S SUDDENLY MUCH CLEARER
THERE HE IS BEFORE US,
THE MAN IN THE MIRROR

RIDE THE STATUS QUO
AT YOUR OWN RISK,
IT’S JUST A ONE WAY TOMB
POISON IN THE WATER
POISON IN THE WOMB
REALLY NO TELLING
HOW FAR WE FELL
GOD ONLY KNOWS
AND TIME WILL TELL
WE’RE DRINKING FROM A POISONED WELL
TAKE ANOTHER CUPFUL
SURE TASTES SWELL
ENJOY THE RIDE
ON THE ROAD TO HELL
GETTING LATE, TIME TOLLS
A TIME WORN BELL
HAVE ANOTHER LADLE FROM THE POISONED WELL
ENJOY THE ROADSIGNS
ON THE ROAD TO HELL

WILL THE LIGHTS COME ON?
IS ANYONE OUT THERE?
WE’RE SO FAR BEYOND,
DOES ANYBODY CARE?
SO LATE TO MOVE
OFF THE PATH WE’RE ON
APPROACHING DAYS OF RECKONING
WE WILL ALL STAND ACCUSED
OF NATURE’S LAST BREATH
AND OUR EARTH SUFFUSED

IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?
LOOK IN THE MIRROR
WE HAVE TO DRINK
IN THE PLACE WE DWELL
WE PUT THE POISON
IN OUR OWN DAMN WELL
IT’S ALL MUCH CLEARER
WE’RE THE ONES THERE
IN THE MIRROR

BrooksLooks @ The Chiricahua Cowboy

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
Brooks Bradbury
1 September 2013

THE COOK REPORTED LONGHORNS
WERE COMING IN THE GATE
SOME BUCKAROOS AT BREAKFAST
SOME WERE IN THE BUNK HOUSE
THEY WERE SLEEPING LATE

PRIT’ NEAR EIGHT MEAN CORRIENTE
AMBLED UP THE OLD DIRT ROAD
POINTY HORNS A GLINTING
THEY LUMBERED TO AND FRO

THEY WERE FREE RANGE BEEF WITH ATTITUDE
AND IN ONE BY ONE THEY FILED
SOMEHOW THEY GOT PAST THE CATTLE GRATE
LIKE A FARSIDE CARTOON GONE WILD

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S ON HIS HORSE AGAIN
WE NEVER KNOW WHY
WE NEVER KNOW WHEN
BUT HE’S THE HOPE OF ARIZONA
LEAST FROM GLEESON TO PORTAL
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S THE ONE THAT GETS THE CALL
ANY TIME ‘R OYSTER’S ARE UP AGAINST THE WALL

ONE WAS UDDERLY FEMALE
IT WAS PLAINLY CLEAR TO SEE
QUEEN OF THE RODEO HEIFERS
ANOTHER RATHER BULLISH ONE,
HE KEPT EYEING ME

THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE SAUNTERED INTO VIEW
HE WORE HIS LEATHER JACKET WITH FRINGE
SMELLED LIKE BEER AND LAST NIGHT’S STEW
BOXER SHORTS AND COWBOY BOOTS
HIS PANTS STILL IN HIS ROOM

HE HAD SPURS A WHIP AND FORTY-FIVES
AND HE WAS ITCHING FOR A FUED
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
LOST BIG AT LOVE AND POKER LAST NIGHT
HE WAS ONE BIG ANGRY DUDE

HE WAS READY TO SETTLE THE SCORE
AND PUT THOSE BEEVES BACK IN THE PEN
THE BEEFLY DUEL WAS COMING ON IT SEEMED
IN THE SAGE, FRESH COWPIES STEAMED
THE HEIFER HUDDLED THE OTHERS THEN
WEIGHT WAS SHIFTED
HORNS WERE POINTED
THEN THEY THUNDERED IN

ALL OF A SUDDEN THE BRAWL COMMENCED
BULL WHIP CRACKED AND BULLETS FLEW
EIGHT CORRIENTE TURNED TAIL TO RUN
IN THE END THEY MET THEIR BOVINE MATCH
HE BLEW SMOKE FROM THE END OF HIS GUN

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY ROUNDED ‘EM UP RIGHT THEN
THEY WERE BEATEN AS HAMBURGER AS HE LOCKED THEM IN THE PEN
“NEXT TIME YOU COME ROUND HERE
THE BUTCHER’LL MAKE IT RATHER CUT AND DRIED
AND HE’LL MAKE SMALLER PARTS OUT OF YOUR WHOLE
AND WALLETS FROM YER HIDE

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S ON HIS HORSE AGAIN
WE NEVER KNOW WHY
WE NEVER KNOW WHEN
BUT HE’S THE HOPE OF ARIZONA
LEAST FROM GLEESON TO PORTAL
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S THE ONE THAT GETS THE CALL
ANY TIME ‘R OYSTER’S ARE UP AGAINST THE WALL

BrooksLooks @ Saying Goodbye to Pam Torres

FOR PAM
PEOPLE COME INTO OUR LIVES
AND WE’RE FOREVER CHANGED
THEN A DAY ARRIVES AND WE MOVE ON
LIVES ARE REARRANGED

YOUR LIFE SO RICH AND VIBRANT
TOO SOON BECOMES THE PAST
GOLDEN DAYS WE SHARED TOGETHER
THEY’VE SLIPPED AWAY TOO FAST

HAPPILY OUR LIVES IN PARALLEL
ON A RARE SWEET STOCKBRIDGE HIGH
ENJOYING LIFE AND LIVING WELL
YOU’RE THERE ALWAYS IN MY MIND’S EYE

SADNESS REIGNS YOU’RE GONE FOREVER
WE SEE IN OUR REAR VIEW MIRROR
ALL THE GIFTS YOU SHARED WITH US
NEVER SO MUCH CLEARER

YOUR SOPHISTICATION
YOUR CALMNESS UNDER PRESSURE
YOUR GENTLE WAYS AND KINDNESS
AMONG YOUR GIFTS WE’LL TREASURE

YOU HELPED US ALL IN COUNTLESS WAYS
YOUR LIFE LIKE OURS AT TIMES A STRUGGLE
A MOM A FRIEND AND KIDS TO RAISE
MUCH TO RESOLVE MUCH TO JUGGLE

YOUR DEATH IS OUR REMINDER
THAT OUR DAYS ARE ALL FINITE
WE’LL HOLD ON TO YOUR SWEET SMILE
SEE YOU EVER IN THE BEST OF LIGHT

YOUR FRIENDS NOW CLOSE AND FAR AWAY
THANK YOU FOR YOUR GENTLE WAY
FOR DEMONSTRATING HOW TO LIVE
HOW TO LOVE AND HOW TO GIVE

OUR LIVES TURNED OUT A MEASURE BETTER
BECAUSE YOU’VE COME OUR WAY
WE WISH YOU STAYED WITH US FOREVER
ALAS GOD’S TAKEN YOU AWAY

GOOD BYE DEAR PAMELA WE BID FAREWELL
WE’LL CARRY ON AS TIME WILL TELL
WITH YOU THERE ABOVE WE VISUALIZE
HEAVEN’S NOW MORE ORGANIZED

LIFE’S CURRENT FLOATS US ONWARD
TO PLACES WE NEVER KNOW
WHY DO PEOPLE WE CARE SO MUCH ABOUT
HAVE TO COME AND GO?

Copyright Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks, 2 August 2012

BrooksLooks @ Appalachia Rising

Appalachia Rising
Brooks Bradbury

born into uncertainty
and none too clear since then
self-reliance separates him from
the beginning of the end

tempered on a blue ridge
he survives on what it gives
shotgun shells and venison
Appalachian man still lives

mocked for no good reason
maligned, misunderstood
Appalachia man laughs back today
from pristine southern woods

wild beauty still surrounds him
heir to Cherokee lands
Nature still his wealth and pride
his strength in his own two hands

Appalachian Man is rising
a new tide lifts him higher
moonshine and wild ginseng
no longer fuel this raging fire

Appalachia rising,
the day has finally come
there’s more to this than Nascar
and rednecks playing dumb
new sophistication disguises

a time and place thought feral
Appalachian man is rising
ignore this at one’s peril
Appalachia rising
been beat down too damned long
Appalachian Nation rises,
a million people strong