Sandman with his pal, Mr. Easter Island Moai
Timeless climb, steadfast,
hefting pack of sleeptime sand
up Sandman Mountain
Sandman Mountain
Category Archives: Poetry
Sandman Mountain
Bald Eagle over Ladder Ranch
Bald Eagle soaring
harbinger of this springtime,
portending seasons.
A murder of crows
A murder of crows
Seeking garbage, guarding trash,
St. Francis keeps watch.
In Like a Lamb
Hampshire ewe with her triplets
Baby lambs arrive,
new mamas lick and snuffle.
The season begins.
Hampshire with new twins
Rambouillet mama with baby
Christmas blessings
old cow barn
Blessed light returns,
the sunset’s glow sliding north
painting Christmas Eve.
Squaw Mountain on Christmas Eve
Sheep Mountain
Sheep Mountain with sheepwagon
candle with hymnal
St. Paul’s on Christmas Eve
Elk on the Smylie
Golden December–
elk grazing hillsides laid bare
by drought, ground thirsting.
Trailing the cows off the Routt Forest
Bubba and Eamon conferring with Leo
Trailing down, audibly OR The Silence of the Calf
Crunching as the calf dives into dry willows
“Quakey” aspens rustle up autumn, leaves flutter to the ground
“Hup, hup!” I holler, trying to spook the calf out of the willows
A thump on the ground as I dismount, followed by
more crunching as I thrash through the willows
A sigh as I realize the calf has somehow escaped me
“Hey there, pretty baby” as I push the filly aside
“Stand still, I said” to my mare as I mount
We sit very still, listening
to low bird song and the chuckle of aspen
but not the bawl of a calf
“Hey, you guys OK?”—our cowgirl come back to see what’s taking so long
“Holy cow, look at that!”
A smoke plume silently rises, signaling the faraway
crack and crash as molten trees succumb
as animals dash madly from the deadly flames of the Mullen Fire
Another sigh—of relief—that the blaze is far away
“That calf caught up”
“Oh good”
The quick clop of hooves as we trot up to the herd
“Come by! That’ll do!” Reluctantly the Border collie drops back
Mooing—meaning “get over here and stay by me”
Whinnying as the filly realizes her mom and I have moved to the lead
Clip-clopping as she races past the cows to catch up
They watch, knowingly
The distant rumble of cars, trucks, RV’s
The flash of my gloved hand
“Just go slowly. The cows will move. Watch the calves”
“Thank you”
Finally, the clank of chain and squeak of gate
as the cows and calves slip through
to green grass
The dark settles, birds silent
through the gate and off the Forest
headed down from the mountains
Ladder Ranch
