Chaff hovers like pollen over a combine. Land rolls ripe with wheat and fallow plows dark ribbons into the hills. Female, fecund, they belly and hollow under sky clabbered by cloud. Before wheat, bunchgrass, camas pooled the prairie blue and horses ran speckled rumps into the cool gulch's cleavage. Still, bluffed against the sun you see a swaybacked souvenir kept for a child's Sunday ride. Driving home from a milltown's roundup through these barrows of hills the rodeo announcer echoes, "This cowboy learned to rope at a California school." The night is a mare's rump spattered with stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO THE CUCKOO (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE HAPPY LOVER by PHILIP AYRES MARATHON, SELECTION by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE PRETENCE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |