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The Cattle Drive

Contributed by Wesley_Dale_Willis on Thursday, 30th January 2003 @ 08:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



The shifting sand engulf my feet,
A rolling tumbleweed unbound,
And trackless rolls exporting fleet,
The undernourished plant uncrowned,
Desert of death miraged the cowboys,
With thoughts of wholesome mountain springs,
The cooling water overjoys,
With life replenished strength it brings.


The cattle drives with stallion horse,
Relentless trail of Santa Fe,
The life of our uncharted course,
As drifters relish this cliched,
Their singing to the motherless calves,
The echoing rhythm move along,
You little dogie-lonesome halves,
Your mothers gone you bawl solong.


The falling stars engrave the sky,
With cactus waving bristled arm,
Their shadowy forms meander by,
Creation Gods suppressed alarm,
The peace of night engulfs the soul,
With fainting cry of bawling calf,
The dimly lit horizons glow,
And distant roll of thunders laugh.


A restful morn with crackling fire,
Awakened by a diamond back,
The rattlesnake with eyes afire,
And buzzing tail is for attack,
The striking snake with useless coil,
Exploding from the Colt withdrawn,
And now relentless bits of spoil,
The venomous snake is all,and gone.


Its time to hit the dusty trail,
And sheltered under Stetson hat,
With anxious horse,and swishing tail,
The chickory flavored coffee flat,
And shaken from the western boot,
The scorpion stingers fearless pang,
Inhabited with lawless loot,
And just beyond-the robbers gang.


A thousand thundering head of cow,
And stampeding,avalanche of steers,
The sidewinder frightened during chow,
The first runaway in seven years,
Upon the horse in hot pursuit,
Away,and riding Pistol Pete,
With pistols blazing from the shoot,
And Cactus Bill with thorny feet.


The canyon boxed the runaways,
With heat,and from the dusty trail,
Exhausted cattle curb their strays,
Beyond the fierce,and gusty gale,
The cattle drive of Santa Fe,
Successful once again tonight,
And riding horse of color bay,
The lonesome trail composed its fight.


The riders bound for home enroute,
With Pistol Pete,and cactus Bill,
The cattle foremans roustabout,
And swollen feet of thornless Bill,
With thoughtless laughter rolling loud,
And pockets jingle with their work,
Their telling stories feeling proud,
The bandits roaming where?And lurk.


Our men of drifters went their way,
The family men return to homes,
A quiet riding time today,
Composing cattle drives in poems,
And ballad songs about the moon,
With heaven just around the bend,
Our waiting darlings loving swoon,
With love of stories told-THE END!




Copyright © Wesley_Dale_Willis ... [ 2003-01-30 20:20:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Cattle Drive (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Thursday, 30th January 2003 @ 08:51:11 PM AEST
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Hey, Wes..I enjoyed this very much..Lovely imagery..felt like I've been to the movies... Hope all is well with you...
Jenni


Re: The Cattle Drive (User Rating: 1 )
by Garethuk on Saturday, 1st February 2003 @ 04:31:57 PM AEST
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agreed an excellent poem! I can see it all now, fabulous description!


Re: The Cattle Drive (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 01:19:01 AM AEST
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a beautiful painted picture with this poem great job
michelle


Re: The Cattle Drive (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Saturday, 28th February 2004 @ 05:30:57 AM AEST
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I only know what Hollywood has told me......this seems much more real !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
pretty comprehensive too.

Fascinating insight

bob




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