I am so in love with Ruthie from wisconsin. I have found the only woman I will ever need. She is the birth of all roses the meaning of light and she captures my soul with just one look. She is also the night so quiet and my sleep full of dreams and a warm welcome kiss in the morning. She completes me, fullfils me and makes me whole.
I love you Ruth.
She is the only lady for me, for the rest of my life.

Prairie Stars
I so desire the simpler times when a man was a man and the only thing at hand was completing the job.
But the prairie rose has been rode over and the rambling rose fades in the heat as I pass so slowly, this thing “progress”.
Slow ride, this bedroll offers comfort, as does the Colt slung low and this Winchester by my side, cool evening stars over head and this trusted pony, holding my every shift.
There were times when a mans word meant something other than lies, when a handshake was enough and the sun could rest easy knowing it had set upon the truth.

When honor built a name that would stand on it’s own and dishonor would only bring tarnish upon your name, or maybe even death.
These times when a man was hard and a woman was soft, when he would see to her and defend, when all she did was right in his eyes and she would love, stand by ‘til all the prairie stars lit out.
Deserts cold night air and the prairies warm south winds, I’ve lived them both, seeking only the time when she would lay so silent in my arms.
Only her breath and the warmth of her body to remind me under the stars that I am still so alive. Sweet scent, mingling in subtle embraces. Oh the kiss of her so remembered.

Once a time, on a cool summers night where you met a stranger, a shout, “hello in the camp”, and you welcomed with a warm “howdy stranger, coffee’s on the fire”.
Once when the morning’s sun and the next meal decided our fate, if the hunt was good, or if winter settled early.
So much to give and so little to a life so simple, so many have died, buried under simple wooden crosses and would not have traded a single fight for a simple minutes peace in your big cities.
So I’ll take this countryside, as simple as it is. I see so much and so far; and the coneflowers are sure pretty this year, as my thoughts return to her. With a slow ride, you can see so far.
D.V.T. Sunday, June 09, 2002
Written from the seat of a B.M.W. 318 is convertible on the Kansas prairie-God how I wish for the simple times.

By David V Traughber (About David V Traughber)




© 2002 David V Traughber (All rights reserved)



On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we'll die alone
And if we're good we'll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go

(chorus)
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone

On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The wine was bled
And there you led me on

(chorus)
In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
Alone

And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on

Independence Day


Oh please, oh please I pray as A lonely soul departs.
Bury the sadness, the sadness that envelops my heart.
And bury me to, for we are one. Just the song of the lonely,
Never to hold time spent, thinking of you only.
D.V.T. Tuesday, July 04, 2000

Land of Unfamiliar Smiles


Beneath the heavens I rest in silence as stars glisten in a timeless conversation, one not meant for a mortal such as I (I understand my frailties).
The peace of the heavens seems to mock the chaos of our earthly existence as we sleep (my earthly home provides comfort from the laughter of the gods).
The warmth of the rim rock on a cold night once kept me safe and unashamed (warming comfort).
Many nights spent resting upon the mountain have carried me safely this far.

Just as the star flickers into eternal darkness, so will I, without return.
My soul fades as I reach deep into my mind for a fond memory, a place or time under the stars of home (gone forever it seems).

I am the exile, lost in this land of unfamiliar smiles. The beauty of the prairie, could never fill the soul of a valley wide, swallowed by the mountains and their snow capped peaks.
The slow moving muddied waters of the little Arkansas could never compare to the swift yet gentle beauty of the Verde or Rio Salado.
Crystal clear beauties to their depths are the rivers and streams of my youth. Ice cold and renewing (unlike the salty warmth of my tears).
I am lost in this land of strangers and farmed over raped landscapes, nothing free or untouched in sight.

Neatly plowed fields of dust rising and descending choke, filling lungs with putrid mud.
Barbed wire and fence post, mark borders not to be crossed, binding, restricting me to one path.
Blinded by fence lines the wire constricts. Driving barbs, do deeply pierce my heart.
Impale me upon the post, driving it through my existence. Free me from my exiled life in this lost land.

The mountain winds sing their songs in the distance as they are held in the loving arms of the pines.
Crystalline droplets return gently to timeless streams as Rainbow Trout dance in the air.
The Bald Eagle soars high above the mountaintop surveying all that exist in this wonderful kingdom of his.
And I, I close my eyes and dream of a land lost in time reserved in memory, forever (Arizona).
D.V.T. Saturday, January 08, 2000

By David V Traughber

© 2000 David V Traughber (All rights reserved)