On The Cattle Drive Poem by Robert Rorabeck
On The Cattle Drive
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On the cattle drive we called someone boss:
The cook carried a bed frame with four knobs
Made of brass;
And it was only the sky that moved:
Moved, moved like a flag at high mast-
The flag of country of only one beautiful
Color: It was the place where in her tiny city,
Her eyes looking up from the table
Met the horizon
And defeated it.
Friday, October 9, 2009
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5/3/2024 8:28:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is absolutely brilliant! Off the scale.