Just saw a story about you in the Bee, an old copy lying around, a couple of days ago, just read “Earthmaker,” I like it, a lot. I’m a truck driver now, but I’ve been writing stuff off and on almost as long as I can remember. I’ll leave a short poem, hope the blog program doesn’t compress it.
Windward of the ridges
where the gold
summer grass flows
westering to the sea
and swallows swirl
in the insect-laden evening
hear, remember,
bewildered red-chested
Santa Gertrudis steers
bawling out the timeless
litanies of cattle, horse, and rider
the contented snorting
of cutting horses sensing
their dusty work well done
the chingling of tarnished
spurs and lyric cursing
of the wind burnt men
lightly riding their own legends
into the sunset.
Just saw a story about you in the Bee, an old copy lying around, a couple of days ago, just read “Earthmaker,” I like it, a lot. I’m a truck driver now, but I’ve been writing stuff off and on almost as long as I can remember. I’ll leave a short poem, hope the blog program doesn’t compress it.
Windward of the ridges
where the gold
summer grass flows
westering to the sea
and swallows swirl
in the insect-laden evening
hear, remember,
bewildered red-chested
Santa Gertrudis steers
bawling out the timeless
litanies of cattle, horse, and rider
the contented snorting
of cutting horses sensing
their dusty work well done
the chingling of tarnished
spurs and lyric cursing
of the wind burnt men
lightly riding their own legends
into the sunset.
The Wind Burnt Men
Ray Kraft
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“Spurs and lyric cursing/of the wind burnt men”
Gorgeous. Thank you for sharing this here.
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