Prairie Morn by LlamaMama Rectangular Angus Silhouettes stand still On bluff’s brow, black Against frozen horizon’s Sunrise pastels. Twisted trees bow Stiffly, graciously: Aged gentlemen In dusty disguise. Grass gesticulates In perpetual dance; Oil rigs slowly nod Heavy heads, like large, Sagacious mantises. One wee sparrow chirps, Then another Takes up the tune; No dawning…
Tag: Poetry
What’s in a name?
Working Title: The Pearl of Great Price by Cactus Eater Bear What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. (quote from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare, CA. 1600) We left the city to try our hand at self-sufficiency, or at least to have a…