WINTER CLOUDS

 

 

 These winter clouds of gloom and gray,

Like guests who have abused their stay,

Are longingly wished away,

For they are a bit depressing. 

Unlike their cousins of summer white,

pretty by day or moonlit night,

these blanketing opposers of sunlight,

Could stand some finer dressing.

Surely the winds will have their fill

And send these clouds, against their will,

Off to the arctic or further still.

Now that would be a blessing.

 

But, alas, winter will have its way.

These clouds will return anyway.

I guess it's a good napping day. 

I'll just give my eyes a resting.

K.L. Dennie  Jan 2021

 

THE FINAL ROUND-UP

 NOTE: To all who have followed us on Facebook, Welcome. We decided to leave that platform for a number of reasons, and continue our story telling in an unbiased and less contentious environment. Glad you're here, pull up a chair and enjoy.

 

 

THE FINAL ROUND-UP

He leaned forward on his saddle,
Resting his arm on the horn,
And gazed at the land below.
The sun was setting orange in the western sky,
And in the east,
The full moon began to glow.

He watched contented cattle graze,
Horses nurturing their colts,
And then looked to his calloused hands.
Through many years of blood ,sweat, and tears
He had touched every inch
Of this land.

He had built bridges and fences,
Barns and a home,
And a family who loved him dear.
He looked again o’er the land
 With a smile and a sigh,
And reigned his old horse to the rear.

 And as they walked quietly home
He remembered lean times,
Happy abundance, and drought.
“We’ve seen it all Ol’ Buck”
As he patted the horse,
‘This is what our lives’ have been about.”

With Buck rubbed down in the barn,
The old cowboy pulled off his boots,
 Then reached for the Good Book by his bed.
Then he blew out the candle
 When his reading was done.
He was just too tired to undress.

The rancher didn't rise
As usual with the sun,
So, the hired hand came to call.
Sometime during the night,
The final round up was called,
And the old rancher hung his spurs on the wall.

K.L. Dennie June 2012