Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CATTLE COUNTRY, by MARGARETTE BALL DICKSON



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CATTLE COUNTRY, by                    
First Line: The wind blew fever-hot across the plain
Last Line: An empty trough ... The windmill's lying squeak!
Subject(s): Cattle


The wind blew fever-hot across the plain;
A lonely windmill creaked against the sky,
It screeched as some dark slave in hellish pain
From lash of loaded whip, might shriek and cry.
The bawling cattle hooked brief bawling lanes
Among the milling herd, while clouds of dust
Fell hot on saffron grass and scorching grains
Like silt from ashes. Cattle ponies fussed
And nipped the backs of steers to force a path
Toward that near water-trough ... no trickle there ...
The lead-pipe fallen down! The groaning wrath
Of one gaunt dying cow made wild the air.
Her swollen lips, mocked by a sun-baked creek ...
An empty trough ... the windmill's lying squeak!





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