G & T

 

No fanfare here, no trumpet’s blare
before day breaks the ridgeline,

no attaboys, no outside noise
to diffuse the summertime,

no accolades but breeze and shade
within short circles lined

with water here and dry feed there,
and a trail of dust behind.

                    Like cattle
                    we plod
                    the heat,

                    mesmerized
                    by the rhythm
                    of our feet

                    leaning
                    towards evening’s
                    G & T.

 

4 responses to “G & T

  1. Peter Notehelfer

    Love it!

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  2. 👍 Susan Ditz

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  3. With the heat, dry and dust, do you ever dream of a northern ranch and the unique problems they must have such as snow and perhaps more predators, etc.? The “ol’ grass is greener”.

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    • Of course. But we’re still learning here. We’d be a babes in the woods trying to run cows anywhere else, just not young enough to start fresh.

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