Dust clouds and dragging hoofs, Bawling, lowing cattle thirsting for Their birth valleys where run cool sweet waters. Tired horses impatiently biting at the dogies. Lonely men dreaming of rest and a paseando When they have entered the gates of the big corrals. A calf staggers aside and dies. The straggling line moves on And crosses the horizon and is gone -- Cattle, horses and men passing forever Up the long trail to better pastures. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SUNDEW by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE AT BAY RIDGE, LONG ISLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CAPTAIN MORROW'S THANKSGIVING by LILLIE E. BARR PRAYER FOR STRENGTH by MARGARET E. BRUNER |