002
Cow Poetry: Watkins Flat
Poetry
by Bill Babers | 0 Comments
Twenty five miles of wash board
dust plume
gravel road
from the highway around one last curve
before old growth pines
give way to
five square miles of sagebrush
edges blurred by
undulating heat waves
that on this sultry
September afternoon
seems to be
the bovine version
of Times Square
lowing cattle mimic
blaring taxi horns
brown and black steers
like business men in suits
grazing as if finishing lunch
then heading back
to the office.
Post your comment
Comments
No one has commented on this page yet.
RSS feed for comments on this page | RSS feed for all comments
Other Articles in HDJ 002
Cow Poetry: In the Flat Field by Elizabeth Enslin
Thank you for sending your cow poems inspired by Nate Ronniger's paintings. I watch their tongues like snails without shells curling around smooth brome They... Read More
Aspen by Andrea Clark Mason
"All sorts of different landscapes seem to open whichever way I look." - Vita Sackville West in a letter to Virginia Woolf As... Read More