Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CATTLE COUNTRY, by MARGARETTE BALL DICKSON 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEASON OF OMENS by JOHN PEPPER CLARK CATTLE SHOW by CHRISTOPHER MURRAY GRIEVE THE FIRST BIRTH by RODNEY JONES A COWBOY TOAST by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE GRASS STEALERS by J. MURRAY ALLISON A NEW YEAR'S SYMPHONY by MARGARETTE BALL DICKSON APPLES OF GOLD IN A NETWORK OF SILVER (FOR A FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY) by MARGARETTE BALL DICKSON |
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