Absquatulate short poem

Uploaded by Jamin Benjamin

Family first,
And old saying,
As if from a western,
Almost sounds rehearsed.

Yet when I tip my cap,
On this dusty afternoon,
I appreciate the folks,
Whom without life’s a lonely moon.

When carrying across,
Metaphorical plains,
Dry and deserted,
They draw you to be sane.

Like a rancher,
They protect their own,
Invest in the things,
That help ranches grow.

When saloon doors,
Open or close,
They take a shot with you,
Run off trouble and lasso you home.

No matter how you absquatulate,
Returning home is everything above,
So the bees in your bonnet tell,
That meaning a constant freshet of love.

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Worked for Habitat for Humanity for six years in Texas and California. Went to school for Business Management and Global Business Management, having been in a management position since the age of 20.Writing and acting started in high school when took on role of Drama President at Brea-Olinda High School in Brea, CA and would write, cast, and do stage production for all types of shows from musicals, comedies, dramas, and talent shows. Started writing skits, scripts, poetry, lyrics, and more at an early age. Ultimately would like to become a screen writer, publish a few books.Media guru forming BAM Studio under "bennybamcreations" title including many sports groups like ANGELS BASEBALL ADDICTS, BAM SPORTS STUDIO, and THE MIGHTY. Co host of All Access Los Angeles, Halo Heat, and BAM on blogtalkradio.com/mancinisports and blogtalkradio.com/bennybamlegacy.
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