Open Poetry #41 |
Days of Working Cattle |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
’Powder River’ working pens- Rusty from disuse… The squeeze chute’s sprung and open- From years of hard abuse. The branding oven’s rusted through, The irons no longer there, It’s heard it’s share of bawling cows- The smell of burning hair. The pasture fences all are gone- The range been turned by plow. The graze where I once rode and toiled, All lies in peanuts now. The cowboys all are growing old, They’ve found some other trade, But oft I sit and reminisce, Here in the feeder’s shade. I have to say I’m thankful, For the memories of old… The baking of the summer sun, And riding in the cold. The friendship of hard-working men, Good horse-flesh ‘neath my saddle- I would not sell my memories, Of days of working cattle. |
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Bobby Jordan Member
since 2007-08-13
Posts 491Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Gunslinger, This is very good. There is nothing like poems dealing with the work-a-day world. It reminds me of some of my slaughterhouse poems. Bobby |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Looks like the cowboy has become a poet. Ida |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I'd never sell my memories either good write John always loving your work |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
So are these cowboy poems all in a book yet? I am loving them. A |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
You do some fine cowboy writing...full of times and experience...James |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I really enjoy your cowboy poetry. Keep at it. "late" |
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