A Cowboy can't cryA Poem by lee von cleefLossThe cattle are hidden in a thicket, along a flint hill’s gully, and the rain rolls across the Kansas night, thunder pumping, rolling deep, throaty, hollow bellows. Gods breathe and clouds slap. Rocks and roots charge through the narrows ripping at the thickets. Thunder’s rolling rhythm broken by the calves panicked screams, flashing, the flood quenches the Kansas night. Undercut or buried, the cattle are gone. The distance carries their breath away. The moon’s midnight watch echoes the bawling calves. And a cowboy can’t cry. cold are the tears in morning coffee. L.V.C. © 2012 lee von cleefAuthor's Note
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50 Reviews Added on July 19, 2012 Last Updated on July 19, 2012 Authorlee von cleefARAboutGood morning,Thank you for stopping by. I like to write,I like to layer a story into a poem,I want to crack through to the reader,add emotion to life, theirs and mine. more..Writing
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