Last week I was in Indiana for Thanksgiving and in the distorted dreams that come with sleeping in a new bed and environs I had something come into my head and I tried to write it down when I woke up.
A Poem
by Paul
entitled
Me
or
The Cowboy Poet Within
Written on the occasion of his 60th birthday, plus five days, and which came to him in a dream.
(to be read outloud in a rural southern Utah accent)
Write verse?
Git Serse*
*See Pronunciation Guide to Washington County and Parunuweap*, by Young and Lee, Southern Utah State College Press, Cedar City, 1948, under the entry for “serious”.
*This book du’n't exist, sersely. Think the poem’s too terse? I think yer delerse.
