WPC – Threshold (2)

4 responses to “WPC – Threshold (2)”

1. Audrey Dawn - Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister | April 5, 2014 at 6:24 am | Reply

   This makes me think of my childhood home in Nebraska. A farm girl, from way back. Your poetry is rich. Thank you for sharing it. ~Audrey

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   • John | April 5, 2014 at 8:34 am | Reply

     Drawn to the 150+ year-old oak tree as if it were still standing, I tried to capture the look on the heifer’s face looking through the limbs that blew down last August. Abandoned Temple Grandin’s thesis about cattle finding comfort and security from confinement rings here for me, as well. The difference between cattle and humans, not all that much. Thanks for your comment!

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     • Audrey Dawn - Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister | April 5, 2014 at 2:35 pm | Reply

       I come from a long line of cattlemen on both sides and they would all agree, as would I. I have always been drawn to cattle, in particular their faces, and you captured her well.

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2. Richard | April 5, 2014 at 1:24 pm | Reply

   It’s beauty is still apparent, even as it returns to the earth to replenish it. The mighty oak never ceases to provide for others.

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