Dust clouds and dragging hoofs, Bawling, lowing cattle thirsting for Their birth valleys where run cool sweet waters. Tired horses impatiently biting at the dogies. Lonely men dreaming of rest and a paseando When they have entered the gates of the big corrals. A calf staggers aside and dies. The straggling line moves on And crosses the horizon and is gone -- Cattle, horses and men passing forever Up the long trail to better pastures. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 20 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN OLD SAUGATUCK MILL by GRACE JEWETT AUSTIN AN ACTOR'S REMINISCENCES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |