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...FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM |