A Wide Open Range

By Michelle Longo-Bloom



The wind blows strong
Time passes long
The wind blows high
Time passes by
Straight into the wind
I pass a sunset
And some feelings of sadness and slight regret
I fly on by
Some tears I cry
I drive my car
To the nearest bar
I nurse a drink
And begin to think
As I watch the greenhorns begin to connect
And the local townies disconnect
I think real hard
I sit and reflect
Yes, the time just swiftly flies; it flies
And I think of all my special loved ones
When “He” decided it was their time 
Their final “Goodbyes”
And who now resides
In the hands of the Angel’s and Heaven’s tides
I think about my life
The struggles and the strife
The things I would exchange
It’s a wide open range
My watered down “Bloody”
At a snail's pace I drink
And in my “Mary” my sorrows I sink
I continue to nurse
And how badly I want to scream out and curse
But I bottle it instead
Letting it fester inside my head
I pay the bar tender
A quiet “Thank you” I render
Along with a most fraudulent smile
And drive back into the raging wind
Suddenly, the speedometer dial
Am I reading it right?
Thirty seconds per mile
Time flies by
And so do I
In the gusting wind
Feeling something strange
It’s a wide open range.