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   Broadus, MT

To Get a Drink

by Craig

The fuzzy gecko on the peak

drank from the crystal springs

not aware of danger

from behind, a mountain lion sings.

The gecko heard a rustle

in teh brush nearby

and quickly ran away,

not willing to die.

The deadly feline chased

trying to catch his prey

but the gecko kept on creeping

it was his lucky day.

He was very nearly to his hole

scared of being a snack

and he finally went in his den

then he gave the cat some slack.

The gecko hid inside the hole

for another moment or two

and then he crawled out of the burrow

and hummed a peaceful coo.

He crawled out in to the shrubs

and located a small lake

to take a drink, again not knowing

danger from a snake.

The mountain serpent slithered out

to get a bite to eat

the gecko was the perfect meal

a morsel, a small treat.

This time the gecko heard

before the viper came

and, this was just his hunch, I say,

the viper wasn't tame.

He quickly scurried 'round the top,

the summit of the peak

but from his chase with the feline,

this gecko, he was weak.

The lizard's luck must have run out

he woke a badger from his  sleep

and turned another way

but, sadly, he went up, the peak was very steep.

Running from the monsters,

he finally found a hole

that he could simply fit into

without taking a toll.

He  slept a little while

then went out, I think,

to go where else?

to get a drink.

Wild Horses

by Valerie

The horses run across the plain,

they leave a mark on my heart.

I know not where they are traveling,

where did they even start?

Have you heard they're wild and free,

no fences made to close them in.

They take no command from me nor you,

just like it always been.

I watch the colorful herd run by,

filled sorrels, paints, and a bay.

But loping close behind,

is a beautiful dapple gray.

They travel night and day,

through the rain or shine.

So if I could have one wish

I'd wish that one was mine.

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