Paton Blough, 04-27-09
At the New Mexico/Arizona Border
The train slowly past, the desert so vast
It’s quiet out hear, with lots of stars
The hobos have homes but they don’t have cars
I climbed up a hill to watch the sun set
I imagined natives and cowboys hear may have met
I dreamed of Grandma 2000 miles away
Soon she will be gone, with her, I no more can play
I picked her a cactus with a spring flower of red
I carefully placed it in my truck bed
The cactus soon died and I lost my home
For 3 yrs. now I’ve been a hobo all alone
Life is always changing someway somehow
The twists and the turns, sometimes good, sometimes foul
Remember to love whom ever you meet
They are probably fighting a battle, their in the heat.
Whether you die young or whether you die old
Live each second pure so in the end a good story will be told.
Paton thinking of experience driving from tucson to TR, SC.