The Ballad of Traci LaRue
(a
song of Crystal Mystery Mountain Love!)
Blue-white diamond
sparkle-jewels delight dark-night
Hinted
pink-blush of dawn ushers-in golden sunlight
Encampment below
awesome mountain pinnacle-sight
Dancing
crystal-waves stir yonder Mystery Love-height
Indian
schoolmarm charming lovely-maiden Traci LaRue
That
mountain-man Micah dear loved the girl was all he knew
Live “Free” a
bit south of comfort-warm sun high-noon
Just slightly
west of a rising alabaster-pale full moon
“Whisper-wind”
yonder waves of life and precious Love!
to each who knows enough to listen close and then obey-complete absent reason or evil-doubt;
just---ever-simple…Let-go! Let-God!
And in that nirvana spirit-state in
sacred-Peace! Warm-comfort Love both sought and heaven-found. And,
so? On Friday afternoon in the late high country spring our buckskin clad mountain-man,
Micah, rode to the schoolhouse at the edge of town to see the Indian children
dismissed as in the doorway stood shielding clear blue eyes from the western
slanting sun, his heart and mind and soul, his ever-Love! The beautiful Miss Traci LaRue wearing dungarees, western
motif shirt, boots and hat covering a thick, rich head of curly red hair
bespeaking her Irish forbearance.
She smiled and waved, then offered a
knowing blush sighting the extra horse he led along with a fully-loaded pack
animal; he thrilled as she offered a girlie school girl giggle-laugh! She
nodded an understanding; he smiled broadly.
Micah introduced his friends: Zorro! Skippy! And, Sassy-mare! The latter burdened with a panier chock-full of
freshly purchased supplies from the local mercantile for the weekend ahead.
Traci locked the door and climbed aboard
her mount for a weekend of adventure-fun and holy abandoned-Love! She bent aside from the horse’s
back and kissed Micah’s cheek as he handed her Skippy’s reins; then, turned
westward toward the mountain pinnacles already casting shadows-long across the
high mesa prairie purple-sage.
The rendezvous culminated an unvoiced previous
query offer of a special weekend to
which Miss Traci smiled a silent-affirmation: “Yes! Indeed!” With that assent, away they rode.
“’Tis a bit of a long ride, Miss Traci,”
Micah apologized. “Twenty miles! Give or take a few”
“I’ll be just fine! Mister Micha
Mountain-man!” She took his hand giving it a gentle squeeze.
To the immediate west of ole Denver-town
stood tall the summit snow-capped peaks of the majestic Rocky Mountains. Though
the couple had often picnicked in the foothills, this would be Traci’s first
introduction to Micah’s secret
mountain retreat. She smiled, anxious for the venture.
Blue-white
diamond sparkle-jewels delight dark-night
Hinted
pink-blush of dawn ushers-in golden sunlight
Encampment below
awesome mountain pinnacle-sight
Dancing
crystal-waves stir yonder Mystery Love-height
Indian
schoolmarm charming lovely-maiden Traci LaRue
That
mountain-man Micah loved the girl was all he knew
Live “Free” a
bit south of comfort-warm sun high-noon
Just slightly west of a rising alabaster-pale full moon
(Part 2 of 9 Tomorrow)
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