Mid-San Joaquin summer,
you can set your watch
by cows coming off the pasture
to Valley Oaks at seven-thirty—
back out into the blazing sun
by noon, breezes off the green.
Not one gossipy complaint
among them, chewing cuds,
relishing the timeless shade.
There is such beauty in the barren fields of San Joaquin; a few trees here and there, and the cattle scattered in the shade. I love this photo.
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I’m glad, Angeline. In many ways, the cattle are so much smarter than we are. 🙂
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There is such a sense of timelessness about your words and image, John. Beautiful.
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Thanks, Sylvia, for the feedback, it’s not by conscious design but more to relate to the most basic, or common, senses and sensibilities.
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