St. Joseph
by Kelly F. Barr
Sun beating on his back.
Trail is dry and dusty.
Johnny rides for the Pony Express.
Open prairie stretches before him.
Seneca waits his arrival.
Erin fills his mind–her eyes, her lips, her spirit.
Problems need to be overcome.
Hope is something he clings to.
Kelly F Barr 
Very nice! Reading this makes me think of Johnny out riding. I guess that’s no surprise. You wanted me to feel that way. Job well done!
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Thank you, Chris, and yes, that is what I was going for! 🙂
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