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Friday, September 19, 2003

Poem of The Day

LONG LOVE

I’ve loved you for a long time now
Years
and still it abounds
Time may shatter youth’s sexual beauty
But
the lines of time trace the path
of loves sweet journey.

Poteau Continued Last post, I told you a little about Poteau, the place I lived before moving to Indiana. Today, you'll get to know it a little better.

It wasn't too long after moving there that we were told by the locals not to drive down any roads that we didn't know. I of course, wanted to know why and was told that if you drove down any road without knowing someone on that road you would be taking your life into your hands because LeFlore County and the surrounding counties were big drug places and if you ran upon one of the drug people's meth labs or marijuana fields, they'd kill you. I was also told not to "go over the mountain" at night because the drug runners and bootleggers ran their loads then. There are supposedly t-shirts worn in California that say, "Thank God for Poteau" because it is know as such a drug place. Needless to say, I didn't feel too safe.

Poteau advertised itself as having the largest hill in the world, Cavanal Mountain. It is supposedly a foot short or so of being a mountain. Houses are built about a quarter of the way up and the rest is all wilderness. Somewhere on the mountain a group of devil worshipers perform rituals and local preachers will go to the alter and pray over it. Behind this alter is a hugh marijuana field. Just the other night, two of my daughters friends were on top drinking and got beaten up by three men. Things like that happen all the time.

More later. I'm taking down wall paper and need to get back.

posted by Mines Broken @ Friday, September 19, 2003  

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