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The train that left the station
headed into the setting sun,

On tracks that gleamed and glistened
sagging gently ‘neath wheels run,

Past mountains ‘bove the prairie
‘low stars just flickered and bright,

As Paiutes chanted and danced and mourned
by the sounds of a train in the night,

Soon a wolf in the distance howled
and coyotes joined their kin,

And all Paiutes in chorus lent a deep wail
as the whistling train moved in,

And Paiutes mourned beneath the moon
as the whistling train came in.

by John Patrick Seekamp c 2021



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‘Neath the blue of the sky and the gray of the clouds,

In the yellow of the bright setting sun,

Walked gently in the green of the lush Spring grass,

Walked and read the telltale of day’s done.


                                     by John Patrick Seekamp c 2020



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Charley was the brother of my cousin’s only aunt,

He farmed across the river

On the land that he did plant,

One Spring he set to pray for rain

When March winds came and swirled,

But raindrops never fell,

Plowed fields went to hell,

Empty was the well…..then Charley left this world.


Charley was the father of my cousin’s cousin Ben,

And even though they were close

They’d argue here and then,

Now Ben wishes he could take back

Words that he said wrong,

But I guess it’s just too late,

The writing’s on the slate,

Just chalk it up to fate…..’cause poor ole Charley’s gone.


Charley was the uncle of my cousin Willie Ray,

Willie Ray had promised to visit

On that fateful day,

It was a two hour drive from Memphis,

Memphis, Tennessee,

But he changed his mind and slept,

The minute hands soon they crept,

He woke from his dreams and wept…..and now Charley’s soul is free.


Charley was the widower of my cousin’s aunt Louise,

She was his high school sweetheart

He called her his main squeeze,

They’d go for Sunday rides

In his beat up pickup truck,

But then he was alone,

Life rung a different tone,

The good times turned to stone…..and Charley’s heart gave way. Charley he went away. Yeah, old Charley went away.


by John Patrick Seekamp  c  2018