Vintage Poetry- Strung Out

Simple, gorgeous language that made me think of home. Enjoy!Strung Outby Francie Davis, BelvidereAs the sun shines painfully againstthe miles upon miles of drifted snow,the cattle are strung outone after the othermoving eastward single fileeighty-two marching purposefullybig black snow-capped bouldersblowing exhaust through frosted nostrilsparting the powder like the Red Sea-­moving.marching. blowing. parting.one after the other after the otherin spite of or because the sun is shining,or it is eight degrees below zero,or one big brockle-faced cow turnedand took that first step away from the herd ...57521by Francie Davis, BelvidereThis town is simple:one church, one bar, gazebo,nine kids, gravel streets,dogs, cats,goats.Cowboys, honey bees,volunteer fire department,falling down buildingsall hum"go".So I cut and burnand clean and paint and plant dreams;leaving something herebehindme.From Pasque PetalsVol. 85, no. 1Autumn 2010Featured image by Carl Thomasson under the creative commons license on Flickr.