Abandoned line shack cowboys in a distance cattle grazing spurs reflecting sunlight spinning tall tales
Wyoming tales yesterday, today and tomorrow car ridden horses horse power but no horse in a distant horizon runs a highway like a mirage there is no water
An oasis in the high plains cool water evaporates into white lines it borders us like fences a stampede of modern ranches ranchetes they call em
Broken pieces of a puzzled landscape ghostly walkers without mounts ancients in a distance native to the land captured war ponies reliving their past spears, bows and arrows spinning tall tales
Oooo - just reading Annie Proulx's Bad Dirt short story collection at the moment, Dale, and of course this resonates: the modernity, the quirkiness but deeply rooted in unique "otherness" of the "law unto themselves" wide-open landscapes that you describe. As ever, you write with piquant and visual description and with just the right telling detail. Your powers of observation and notation are immense. TY Kate xx
What a great poem of contrasts Dale. They call it progress, but why with it, do we have to lose so much...Excellent work!
Love,
Eileen
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 13, 2005
Beautiful country is Wyoming, I got my forst taste of it when I became stationed at Francis E. Warren Air Force Base in Cheyenne. I think it's called something else now and they have probably torn down all thwe old horse stables that they converted into barracks for us. I swear we thought we could still smell those darn horses. Also Wyoming brings a smile to mmy face because that is where I met Dorothey Connone. Happy memories. Oh. Forget. Loved the poem.
Loved this poem, Dale, especially the last stanza. I visited Wyoming last year, and I can still picture those ghosts and ancients you describe so well.
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