Chaff hovers like pollen over a combine. Land rolls ripe with wheat and fallow plows dark ribbons into the hills. Female, fecund, they belly and hollow under sky clabbered by cloud. Before wheat, bunchgrass, camas pooled the prairie blue and horses ran speckled rumps into the cool gulch's cleavage. Still, bluffed against the sun you see a swaybacked souvenir kept for a child's Sunday ride. Driving home from a milltown's roundup through these barrows of hills the rodeo announcer echoes, "This cowboy learned to rope at a California school." The night is a mare's rump spattered with stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INVITE TO ETERNITY by JOHN CLARE FOR [OR TO] THOSE WHO FAIL by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER IT IS ENOUGH by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS EPISTLE TO A FRIEND, IN ANSWER TO SOME LINES TO BE CHEERFUL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DIES IRAE, DIES ILLA by PATRICK CAREY THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE MAN OF LAW'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER ON THE CHRISTENING OF A FRIEND'S CHILD by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |