Texas Roads & Sunsets

Old Texas Roads

Long roads in front of me
Come on sister, lets beat the
summer heat and forgotten needs
Lanes one, two, four; they come and roll
Maybe, just maybe trying to line up what I have no control

Wheels pulling this car deeper into pain
Leave behind what is remembered with shame
Highway ghosts cannot be far behind
Review mirror reflections seem there to remind

Old beat up blue car ride
Man behind the wheel grins with his eyes
Louisiana woman at his side
in the back seat dreams remain
a young boy, freckle face, and Mary
running from Texas heat and love
can it be gone; it was what it was

Took the last exit off those old roads
Left fast highways behind years ago
Only passing signs that now say
Read between the lines-- on your way

And-- never forget-- long roads in front of me
old friend full of dusty heat and memories
Windows rolled down; shapes and colors pass by
Past landscapes still comes to mind
Highway ghost coming up fast behind

Old beat up blue car ride-- seems to fade
No grinning driver or Louisiana woman today
Back seat seems empty
But listen...you can still hear
Laughter and lies of a young boy, his red headed sister, and little Mary

No longer am I happy with the Texas heat,
long roads, love and what’s to come
Can it really be gone or is it back where I started from

- E Stelling, 2008 ©

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Reflections

Time

Change

life can

rearrange

Once

Large

is still

flowing

Taking

Moving

passing

us all

Rush

Curves

giving

others life

Bending

Shadows

Beautiful

Light

Poem, Reflection~ E Stelling, 2008

Photo, Reflection~ Donna Kay, 2008

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The Get Away

Many country back roads hold treasures to the naked eye, and I never miss the chance to take a turn down one of those paths. They can lead to mystery and stories untold.

Can you imagine the day when these vehicles dominated the road? The men and women we see in our parents old photos who got all dressed up to go out on a Saturday night...grandpa's slicked back hair, short sleeve dress shirt over his new white T, or even maybe a freshly ironed T-shirt with its sleeves rolled up with a pack of Marlboro reds tucked in tightly...along with freshly shined shoes and pressed trousers...hop in the driver side and they are ready to roll...cruising avenues...watching the chickies in their clinging tight sweaters and matching poodle skirts, bobby socks, penny loafers, and lipstick smiles.

Daddy's car was ready to attract some excitement on a Saturday night. Plenty of hot chickies out there waiting for them...maybe even a group of young girls at the drive-in gawking over all the beautiful cars rolling in...the smell of burgers and fries...sodas and shakes sitting on the door window sill. Maybe a drive up to the nearest hill top and lovers over look, and the chance for an arm over the shoulder and even a good night kiss as you look out into the night filled with city lights.

All innocents of their era in many ways...but the true story of this car has been hidden for the past century. Buried under the heat and winds of Oklahoma's tornado alley. Following up on the identity of this cars owner we might find it belonged to a local raised and wanted gangster of the twenties. Depression and prohibition had made it hard to make a decent buck in those times. Running with the elite of the bad ass bootlegger wanna bees.

The beat up Chevy truck you see, just up to the left was once a jewel of its time as well. This beauty could have been owned by the bootlegger's side kick and partner. Growing up together in that dusty old town the two decided to run booze and out run a few lawmen on the way.

At the ripe age of sixteen and seventeen they were chased down by the law in over six counties. Get away cars of their time were big and fast. Engines like...well they just do not make them anymore. Life in the fast lane..that is until they both were caught. One wrong turn off the main road near town they were arrested by their own cousin who just happened to be the local and honest sheriff.

Long jail terms for the both of them...the city impounds their vehicles and here they are in this back road junk yard...names and details changed to protect the guilty...and all the rest is up to you...

Writer~ E Stelling 2008

Photo~ Donna Kay 2008

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