August 12, 2018 alienmiler Blogs and Musings The Day that Billy Died August 12, 2018 Blogs and Musings (In memory of Oscar Norris who was my friend when I needed a friend, who taught me how to sharpen a knife, who taught me how to carve a chain out of wood, who taught me how to catch and clean a trout…) by Emmie Domschot There were horses running wild and thunder in the sky The day that Billy died. Lightening flashed east to east and broke the morning light. The desert ran water in dry ditches and floods over stony ground. Billy said it would be that way. His momma told him he was born without a whisper or sound And, by God, he’d have to redeem himself on the way out. It was time someone in the family stood for something more than cheap beer and broke down pickup trucks. So it was that thunder ripped the sky The day that Billy died. Streams in the Desert by A. Leon Miler Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn « All for a Dream Freedom is a Blackbird » Leave a comment Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.