One day heat index say... 109, I was purple hot , Rope in hand, My
wife's Big Billy goat had taken a pair of the neighbors "does" down to the
" Millcreek Baptist Church", I guess he was Mormon and wanted a couple
more wives, But there "Billy" met up with his reflection in the church's
thick glass doors, And it was head butt war ! Horn glass door,Door
glass Horn...
Enter me and my rope, Around and around the church we went, Turning ourselves into Sambo
Tiger butter,
Then slow, the Impala Chevy, slow riding low, the
migrant,or Espanola impersonator, Espanola, you know the first capital city in America Eyes dark, lids low, staring always a little too long, his window rolled
down and he slowed to comment on my plight, Billy panting, Me boots hat
rope all... Wilting, I heard him say mexican way... "Goooood Luck", Mother
Mary Lady Guadalupe, I thought as he drove away.... my loop settled
around... The big billies devil horns.
and this piece... I am transported back to a time some 11 years ago riding my little stallion, coming back from a day of veterinary work in the field, when he smelled a half-wild mare in heat and took off after her, leaping rock fences and galloping and bucking a mile with me helpless in the saddle. He jumped up on the back of the mare and she wanted nothing of it, so there I am in a hoof and screaming foot, me screaming as loud as them, when group of Guatemalan sheepherding men come to "rescue" me and prove their point that gals do not belong on horseback. and me? I gelded the stallion that weekend. With my bare hands.
Lord, I can imagine the look in that driver's eye.. that condescending freaking look... and I can feel your frustration at the lack of real help. Hope that billy goat did some good damage before all was completely said and done.
and this piece... I am transported back to a time some 11 years ago riding my little stallion, coming back from a day of veterinary work in the field, when he smelled a half-wild mare in heat and took off after her, leaping rock fences and galloping and bucking a mile with me helpless in the saddle. He jumped up on the back of the mare and she wanted nothing of it, so there I am in a hoof and screaming foot, me screaming as loud as them, when group of Guatemalan sheepherding men come to "rescue" me and prove their point that gals do not belong on horseback. and me? I gelded the stallion that weekend. With my bare hands.
Lord, I can imagine the look in that driver's eye.. that condescending freaking look... and I can feel your frustration at the lack of real help. Hope that billy goat did some good damage before all was completely said and done.
The narrator takes me to a place where goats are good for milk, cheese, and making soap. If it weren't for the asset value and perhaps the cost of the church door, he may have let the darn thing go! Be off you devilish beast! Ha! But alas, bare the heat and toiling and be the good Shepard and return him to the flock.
I think this is what a poem would have sounded like if eecummings had tried harder to speak in complete sentences.
Get loose on you did they goats have no respect for religious inklings lol Im guessing the owners were Catholics lol they dont like the baptists and mormons
Man, what I would pay to see such a scene. Did it really go down like that? Great clip lee, put a smile on this face. That imagery shall stick with me, for a good while I suspect.
Yes , but the car ,a marauder ,big like a yellow boat '64, or so... I had just moved here from "Wind.. read moreYes , but the car ,a marauder ,big like a yellow boat '64, or so... I had just moved here from "Windy" Oklahoma so the heat was invasive, I might of been fat too but in my head I am always thin, you know mirrors lie,saw myself in one at the state fair made me look like Jay Leno. Thanks for keeping up.
11 Years Ago
Oh , I first heard the goats whereabouts on the radio, then the bus driver ... small town.
Good 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..