The Farm, The Ranch and the Sweeping Scythe

Cattle, Cowboy Poetry, Cows, Environment, Farm, Manure, Nature, Ranch Life / May 6, 2020 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Sunrise can be brilly bright
and all day long
everything out to get you

The horse can kick or fall
the bull has horns of steel

Every machine is grinding its teeth
in wait for a chance to bite

and every snowstorm
eager to find you
too far from the barn
and stiffen you like the manure-pile cat

The sunsets worth surviving for

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1 thoughts on “The Farm, The Ranch and the Sweeping Scythe”

Linda Fite May 6, 2020 at 9:21 pm

Hi Neil, Dorsey knew I was a farm girl and sent me this poem, which I love. Flat brown dirt for miles around — no wonder I loved the spectacular sunrises and found the sunsets worth surviving for!

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