At Our Meadowlark Ranch

Dark rain clouds wander blue skies
where dreams come alive,
visions of the land singing

A raven cries from a hole in a gnarled tree
with twisted whistling branches.

Thunder echoes across the desert,
Farther than the eye can see

The black lava rock is the blood of that ancient beast
That was slain so long ago

Locusts begin buzzin. An eagle heralds
The dawn when sunshine slithers
Up over the mountain rim

Grandpa pulls up his trousers because
Of no suspenders; he laughs
Out with his diabetic belly
And sings of how he suffers from
“Noassatall Disease”

Grand kids pile out of
The truck hollering and
Shouting as grandpa sticks
His false teeth back in,
Everybody is laughing

Heavens above are glistening
A joyful meadowlark sings.

3 thoughts on “At Our Meadowlark Ranch”

  1. Mick, I enjoy visiting your site because it is unique. Your a writer, and you should say what’s on your mind – your good at turning the most rediculous things into funny and interesting journal entries, for example: pulling a heist with only a bike.

    I hope to keep on reading when you continue. I also like the fact that you care as a writer about your readers. People invest time to read your words, cause they’re worth reading; they’re entertaining.


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