Saturday, October 3, 2015

The Ranch

The Ranch

A Snapshot:
where we spent
annual autumn time
days of red cliffs and ponds
and sharp train whistles..
Leaves marking the flow
ponds to river and sea..
And the animals suffering
prompted the curves
calming cattle paths..
(Temple Grandin)
Closeby a mother's grief
on her cub bear's fall..
Words and Pictures 
(she also said)
but Moe* demurred
we know his assist
with so many words..
Finally our departure
in cars on roads
and these also color
this Snapshot Now...!

*Moe the cat
in California resides
and with his wit
this poem would
sizzle a bit...!  

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