the place

is like a John Wayne movie set

-I should know, I've watched nine of 'em this week

the rains so bad, roads nearly out

got stuck visiting the neighbors

three trucks stopped before we got out

this place is built on a bed of rail ties

one of those movies

when they took the lines out

was John losing his job -the Pony Express

they all drink - but not the wine

they give that to us

Strawberry wine that tastes like juice

sent the bottle home and talked about

the family history

all the stories out east and moving west

black flies are bad this year

mosquitoes on set

The End

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