Saturday, June 22, 2013

Remember

In Memoriam

Rain leaches amber pigment from cells
and decomposes  leaves, until
only their ghost-shapes pattern the pavement.

The Plane tree arches above them,
these images like family photos.
By next Spring, there will be nothing
for new leaf buds to see.
Only the tree will remember.

Written for IGWRT's

Friday, June 14, 2013

Poor Cows

Way out in America's West
there's one thing the cowpokes do best;
they sport battered hats,
spurred boots and fringed chaps
which make them stand out from the rest.

Where I live, in this ancient old isle,
such a get up might raise a few smiles,
for though denims are 'in'
spurs are 'out'! And I grin,
for I rather admire the style...

So I can but imagine the charm
of a lasso controlled by my arm,
as I chase a wild steer
without showing fear,
though the act makes me quake with alarm...

But, just think of the branding that's done.
Who'd want a hot iron on their bum?
Or a life in a herd?
That's really absurd -
the poor cows sure don't get much fun!

At IGWRT's, Margaret has us  chasing cowboy dreams today, inspired by the photography of Merri Meide.
And I'notice d'Verse asked for a rondolet on Thursday- so I'm adding a late one on the same subject, just for fun!

The cowboy's life
might not suit you or I; it's true
the cowboy's life
consists of toil, hard knocks and strife.
But once he shows what he can do
he could tempt many dreamers to
the cowboy's life.