Description: I was at Sand Mountain in Nevada, a popular spot for sand rails, motorcycles, quads, etc.
Fun even though I could only ride the rails because of my hand.
I managed to escape the crowd a few times for some wonderful sunsets in the desert and some isolated meditation!
The shadows cast across the sand
Man has come to tame this land.
See his feathered rooster tail
The ridge a wave he rides the swell ~
It matters not age, sex or ride
On the open mountain you cannot hide...
Into the night you'll hear the sound
Of the Moto-Banshees ridin Sand Mound!
this poem has a really fun fluidity to it and almost rolls of the tongue in a song-like fashion. I also appreciate how you used few words but manage to paint a verbal picture that one can definitely clearly understand the piece. Brava Tif!
Your breadth and depth and differing styles of writing is quite extrordinary. But I must admit - being a rhyming nut myself I always tend to lean towards the rhyme. The poem was very good indeed. Tame the land on a quad bike ! When you mentioned the rooster, I got an image of John Wayne (Rooster Cockburn in true grit) gallavanting around the wild west saving everything and everyone - long live the memory of him.