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Cowboy Poetry
FERTILE EFFORT
Robert C.Atkin
The well is dry ; filled with dust
The creek don't run anymore
Only one mule to pull the plow
And yesterday he came up sore
The sentinels circle silently
Graceful silhouettes against the sky
Soon they will do their dance of life
Feast while others die
I reason why I landed here
Ponder ; and try to understand
Trading off my city life
For this God forsaken parcel of land
Where the elements are my master
I am subject to their every whim
My dreams don't seem so bright anymore
And hopes for the future grow dim
I'm only a man just flesh and blood
And I know I'm not heaven sent
I eke out a livin' farmin' the land
I'm worn ; all battered and bent
I plant the seed then pray for rain
And watch that fiery ball in the sky
The wind whistles between the rows
And across lakes of alkali
Forty long seasons. I've nurtured this soil
My patience tried in many ways
Through it all I fought the good fight
And prayed for better days
Now comes the time to make a choice
The final solution is near
But this piece of land is my heart and soul
Maybe I'll try it. Just one more year.
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