The stars stop. The game cock calls out the last watch And the ranch house answers back the hour With four lighted windows. Morning looks across thorn-covered arroyos. Fleeing shadows hide in the valleys. Wild cows and their wilder calves Sniff the air and listen... Because the corrals have spoken And iron-footed steeds tell the stones That the big-hatted gods of the mesa live again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAMES by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE VOYAGE by CAROLINE ATHERTON BRIGGS MASON A BLACKBIRD SUDDENLY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER ON H----YS FRIENDSHIP by WILLIAM BLAKE THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE FIFTH AND SIXTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |