Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill

Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill

nestled between two lofty pines

lay red and white

black and white

brown and tan

rump roast beauty queens

snorting sharp wisps

of white winter breath

an impestuous rooster’s cacklings

interjects background noise

as the six cow pile up on pasture hill

doesn’t budge an inch

resting on leftovers of clover and timothy hay scraps

that didn’t quite meet their culinary palettes

but by late afternoon’s fading sun

will become a mulled over snack

my ladies of leisure

just below my kitchen window

out beyond the clothesline

brings about a stark admission

of just how much

I had come to miss this…

–©g.a.meeder, 2020®

 

Below are my six lovely rump roast queens:

“Sweet Pea, Vaderess, Fawn, Snowflake, Beauty, Shawnee”

 

 

The Vicious Cycle (The Broken Back Workers Plight)  

The Vicious Cycle

(The Broken Back Workers Plight)  

strange where poverty leads us

the captain of unwilling vessels

steering us into false mantras

where we are told to dream

reach for those lofty stars

that if we work hard enough

we can get there

with these hands, these feet

this mind, the people we meet

but life throws so many punches

slim curves, kicks in the crotch

that it leaves black as night holes

in our misdirected souls

whereupon we once again

find ourselves back in that place

we’d hoped to have escaped.

—©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

 

 

 

“Spinning my wheels gettin nowhere fast!”

The most commonly used & stated

“pearl of wisdom”

from all the truck driver’s

that I came to know & love in my life.