Four Poems
By David Schweidel
I AM NOT A POET
The Wild West Of My Dreams
By David Schweidel
El Paso, Texas is a brown town, the brown of mountains, the brown of desert, the brown of skin and earth and muddy river. When I arrived in El Paso as a five-year-old in the summer of 1959, I wanted to see that river, the famous Rio Grande. I’d seen it in movies, glorious cowboy movies with majestic vistas and mighty, rushing rivers, silver water sparkling in the sun. I wanted to see the river and the mountains and the horses and the cowboys. I wanted to see the Wild West of my dreams.