Ridin’ Along Ridin’ along that western trail. Just wonderin’ if I will ever make it home. Clippity clop bangity bang. Wonderin’ what Pool’s is cooking up now. When we get back I got some plans. I am going to Pool’s to cook me up a dinner of mmmmm. It’s really good. Yummy oh yummy, I like it, but then again I am still on the trail. I waited for some grub. I ain't got no food, while I am riding along that western trail. Be dum do wah.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
I wrote these words at age 10. They were song lyrics inspired by the games my neighborhood friends and I played together in Oklahoma, pretending we were in the old west, dressing up as gunslingers, and listening to country songs. This is the oldest piece of my writing that I have that could be called poetry circa 1993. I must have been hungry when I wrote it. Pool’s was a saloon that we made up based on a fly button I had from some jeans that had Pool’s written on it. We had our own imaginary play world as kids do.
Look Ma! No Hands!
Look Ma! No Hands! is D.L. Lang's fourth poetry book, containing old poetry from old papers once forgotten, and new poems from a surge of inspiration. This 150 page poetry collection is part fantasy, part autobiography, part prayer book, part honoring my inner child, part Jewish, part hippie, part Oklahoma, part California.