Close to perfect Cold and windy outside, might snow again. No fireplace at home so making the most of cuddling in front of one now.
Hi Starry. Don't think I know you. One of the downsides to having spent too long away from GA.
Thank you, tim You're one of very few who I think pick up on that. I really wasn't paying attention to that aspect of my writing. It makes me smile, but your right... Both my boy and my life make me feel very happy. xoxo
Thank you AC I think that is becoming one of the joys of poetry for me, painting a picture of something with 20 words instead of 1000+. Your guidance has been invaluable to me.
Dark grey clouds fill the sky,
As white flakes dance in the cold air.
Transforming the landscape,
Into a winter wonderland.
The change is dramatic,
As the ranch takes on a new look.
Just as beautiful;
Yet so different from before.
The cattle huddle close,
As the herd combines its warmth.
The animals turn white,
From snow building on their bodies.
The wildlife of the range,
Goes about its daily routine;
Hunting and fo
Thank you, tim It's a style I rely on more than I should as I get my footing. It's also a style that is fun and playful to me. This one, I especially liked writing.
Thanks Backwoods As much as I've been trying to get away from poems that rhyme, I couldn't resist with this one. I am having fun, both on my working holiday and writing.
The land is in his blood
Or is it his blood in the land
He works from dawn 'til dusk
Tending to his cattle and fields
A cold Northwest wind blows
As grey storm clouds build in the sky
White flakes begin to fall
Making him pull his hat down low
He speaks softly to them
Petting his old friends as he passes
Each one special to him
More than just his livelihood
The chestnut horse moves on
His man sits tall in his saddle
Tim, this is beautiful. I can see memories of what seems so far ago, along a river walking on stones. I'm relieved it was a dream, though that doesn't diminish the sadness in the least. Hugz to you my friend.
The pair rides the range
Like cowboys of old
On horseback they go
Their futures unfold
They take in the wonders
Of all that’s around
This vast open space
Is natures playground
They stop on a hilltop
And dismount their ride
The cowboys hold hands
Both beaming with pride
A sight in the distance
Has them scrambling fast
They reach for their weapons
To shoot to the last
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