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Three Draft Horses

Farm, Ranch Life / March 9, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

On the ranch, ride before you walk
with big sister's brave behind my scared

Grandfather's big Clyde, top as wide as a table

The jackhammer hoofed plug at Al's in Idaho
while Dorsey gets to ride the silk-paced Arab
Chivalry is not dead, but it has a sore ass

May they all chomp
the hay of heaven while I flesh them out again

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Mother’s Poem

Farm, Ranch Life, Relationships / tagged International Women's Day / March 8, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

It’s International Women’s Day and I’m thinking of the many wonderful and accomplished women I am blessed to have in my life.

The kitchen has always been the center
of the universe of any farm or ranch

She feeds their sleepy forms in morning
clothes them for the cold or warm
and prays them safe from harm

Looks out her window to the east
where barn shadows and rolling hills
greet them as they start their day

Men in firm direction to their work
children scattering to play

Then south across the lake to catch
the water’s mood foretelling wind or calm

Sometimes
sees in morning
mirages of cutbanks rising
like mountains along the Eastern shore

Or more directly to the south
forms of her old neighbor’s homes
rising and shimmering
like memories of her youth

Seasons spiral out and in from this center
crocus and buttercups in the greening grass
cactus flowers and the joy of newborn calves

The growing season of the grain
and golden glory of a well stooked field

The shortening of days into winter
and the ever present stars
joined by the dance
of northern lights

Within each season she has watched
the play of seasons of each day
men return from roundup
children from their play

While she waits always at the center
to warm and love and feed

and safely tuck away — Mom and brother Wally in the ranch kitchen 1952

Air Rights

Audio Recordings / tagged Dogs / March 7, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Scooter the dog, big and black
barking at the big balloons

Balloons with bright stripes
shaped like a house or Mickey Mouse

Some opined it was a perspective thing
And they looked like balls for fetch and play

It might have been a conservative disposition
That defined his territory as
This long, this wide
And all the way up to God

Aurora Borealis

Nature / tagged Northwest Passage / March 5, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

They have found Franklin’s ship
a hundred years frozen in ice

Franklin and Franklin’s men
cold, hungry and can-lead crazy
blinded by the glare and the glory

Maybe this is how
we should paint the ceilings of the dying

Want to learn more about Franklin’s Voyage to find the Northwest Passage and the fate of his ship? https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/sep/12/hms-terror-wreck-found-arctic-nearly-170-years-northwest-passage-attempt

Do You Hear What I See

Nature / March 4, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Frost on a winter window
Sheet music of the spheres

Shelter Belt

Audio Recordings, Farm, Ranch Life / tagged Winter / March 3, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The job of the trees
is to stop the snow

If they wish
to turn green
in the summer
and play with birds
no one will object

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This Cold

Ranch Life / March 2, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Waking up to almost -40º today. Good weather for staying inside and writing poetry.

This cold the snow squeaks underfoot
all the way from house to barn

as if in protest gainst the added pain
of stepping on each flake's
fragile frostbit fingers

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Sheets to the Wind

Audio Recordings, Nostalgia, Ranch Life / tagged Washday / March 1, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Reminded by Marymae the other day

of Monday’s wash in Tuesday’s wind
and bending sheets to bring them in

It was just enough starch
and thirty degrees below in March

And about how fingers got cold as hell
but I think it was really about the smell

Yes that was the part she wanted to tell
it was really the freshness of that smell

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