The saddle cowered on the skyward rail
As dust pollinated the sleepy corral
Cowgirls n boys glistened with excitement
As they waited to mount their prompts
Leggings flapped black into the word wind
As creativity set them all a-spin …
Would ninety-nine wild words perform enough
To thrust their pernicious fictional factors
Across the bucking bull baloney that each
And everyone scented was their grandiose purpose
Each explored western entertainment for those at
The Carrot Ranch who read their rawhide creations
Family and fiends struggled to grasp their dire need
To mount and breed these stallions from those stables!
A wee offering in the Dylan Thomas style I’ve just met at dVerse
Fun… always the need to tame wild words 🙂
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thanks Jules, hoping Charli likes it, but needed to give her a poem of her own as she does so much for us!
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Well done, Kate. Nice homage to Charli. ~nan
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Another interesting poem. Lovely, dear Kate!
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Beautiful images! I grew up around farmers and ranchers and still live in the midst of ranchers, so I love the images you’ve created, and how they are, also, applied to writing/writers! 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
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aha so you live in the wild west Carolyn … I had no idea, thanks for your kind words 🙂
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You’re welcome! 🙂
There are over a dozen states here that do ranching and even more that do farming. My parents/family was/are farmers. 🙂
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yea, I love living in this parkland … the alpaca farm was far too busy for my liking, but then he was a tourist farm!
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This beautiful poem to highlight the life with horses in the US . This ambiance makes me think of my daughter Carole who own seven horses …for the pleasure !!! Well done ; Kate.
Love ❤
Michel
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thank you Michel, glad it reminded you of your daughter … it’s also about writing fiction, so it has a double meaning 🙂
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Beautiful poem, Kate and so nice to see these horses in all their glory at the Carrot Ranch.
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very clever write!
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Awesome! Thank you for capturing the spirit of Carrot Ranch, Kate. I love the last stanza, too. Let your pony fly!
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yippee yiah! Thanks for all that you do Charli, I totally appreciate it as I’m sure we all do ❤
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I love this especially the line about mounting prompts. Those prompts can be like bucking Broncos that need to be tamed! Great write!
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lol thanks for getting that Irma, it sometimes seems like that … for some its daunting while others rise to the challenge, as you do 🙂
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As you do as well! I follow many people on WP (like you) who raise the bar!
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we all write in such very different ways and it resonates when we write from the heart Irma, thank you!
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How beautifully you have saddled the prompt, Kate.
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Thanks Punam, she does a great job looking after all of us 🙂
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Indeed. You are welcome Kate. 🙂
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Wonderful aliteration Kate.
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thanks Paul, got another scheduled for tomorrow 🙂
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It’s a wild west show of word wrangling!
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well put cowgirl!
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Lovely images presented here.
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Love the rhythm!
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Beautiful write up kate..
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Beauttiful poem!
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This is great, Kate. I shared it to my FB poetry group and tagged Charli.
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thanks so much Robbie, she has read it 🙂
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