"Wyoming Wind"
The wind's been blowing for days
Sweeping off the mountaintops from the West
Out of Yellowstone
Where it whistles past the bison & the elk
Through the lodgepole pines
Making them sing
Then along the tumbling Shoshone
50 miles downhill
To Cody
Where it ruffles the horses' manes
And lifts their tails
Like spreading fans of
Chestnut, sorrel and black
& Stirs the sparse, sere prairie grass
That waits for spring
Along the jagged, saw-toothed Carters
Rugged and mottled white
Where the powdery snow rises up
To swirl about in pale cold clouds
And yes,
It blows against my little house
Making it creak & rattle
Shudder & groan
Till I think it cannot stand
But must come tumbling down
Around my ears
A pile of matchsticks
Yet still it stands &
Faces the whistling wind
Sweeping off the mountains
From the West
--Buckskin Lily
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As you know, English is not my mother tongue, so I can't read the things in the space between the lines, but I like your poem. I can draw a picture of you and your house in the wind and snow. -Janis,listening Ruby Tuesday by Melanie.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Janis. I don't know if there's too much between the lines--I was just trying to evoke the feel of Wyoming--the wind, the mountains, the horses, the prairie... I'll bring my iPod to the next TESOL session & let you hear some Muddy Waters. I think you'll love him!
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