Town. Try as I might I can’t get the hang of it. It’s not who am.
This is me.
Death of a Cowgirl
She lived, really lived;
cattle witnessed it.
On long days,
while her horse slept
standing over her
she napped in his shade,
the only shade
(except for her wide brimmed hat).
With her dog by her side
she rested belly down,
cheek to grass
arms outstretched
embracing her Mother,
Earth.
Of all the hard day, her favorite
was the ride home,
the bone-weariness
of another useful, joyful day,
her welcome companion;
the tune of heart-singing
to the rhythm of a four beat gait
playing gently in her heart.
It was the move to town
caused her dying, bit by bit,
from the inside out.
Her heart died first
and then her will,
finally her body just gave up too.
Pavement and people
smothered the sky.
Grass became a ghost.
She sleeps blissfully now
under a blanket of prairie.
An old horse, long gone,
shades the spot,
an old dog sleeps at her side.
She lived, really lived;
cattle witnessed it.
So evocative. Just lovely.
bless you Linda whenever I read your site I cry and I smile you touch deep into the heart of people who love their dogs and are rooted in the earth and sky. stay strong and keep writing.
Hi Lily, lambing yet? How are you mosaic pictures going? I really liked those. Maybe I like sheep more than I thought but that’s our little secret given how my cowboy views them. I sure miss Wales.
Beautiful & well-written. The sad truth about life is all good things come to an end, but you can keep them alive in your heart & soul. If you can’t live it any more, feel it in other ways. In stillness, or a warming sun. In nature, the wind reaching the sky. None compares, but take in the moment. You might be surprised. It’s been a long time since I’ve read your blog. Hope you & your cowboy are doing well. Glad to see you are still writing & sharing your thoughtful words. You such consider publishing a memoir, if you haven’t already.
Beautiful moving poem, yes you are an earth to earth being but remember my lovely that the earth is under your feet wherever you are, the same earth and the memories of the prairies and your cow girl life are within you always like a treasure trove of amazing pictures. Find nearby trees to give you strength and look into the branches to see the new buds coming through to give you new hope and know you are loved always, externally by many people and internally by every cell of your body just bursting with Love for you
Beautiful and poignant.
Unbelieveably, heart-wrenchingly beautiful!
wow. that is powerful Cowgirl. Not a bad epitaph! I think you should move back to a farm and have a dog and a horse and ride along side of the cattle.