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Uncategorized / September 21, 2018 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

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Indian River, Ontario

Haiku, Nature, Travel / May 22, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
Above waterfall in circle of highest pine green showers down By the waterfall body rests in hammock cells rush to the sea Below waterfall power beyond soap and rub washes off city Lying by the bank trees holding blue hammock lift it to the sky Indian River great blue heron stands wise Tibetan monk
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Flying the Concorde

Flight, Pilots, Travel / May 21, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
I am not immune to the desire to wind the stem of old time back and with as much success as most Except when the Concorde flew the sky and I, pilot to pilot in the cockpit stood and watched the earth reverse for me on a flight from London to DC What have I done you ask with the slice of time I stole Saved it in a bank of cloud above the ocean eight miles up where I can go if I ever wish to write a check for a smile or a kiss
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Don’t Worry Mate

Audio Recordings, Cattle, Cowboy Poetry, Cows, Ranch Life, Travel / May 20, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
Up North working the neighbor’s calves One of those mixed farm forty cow no corral, haywire operations good folks though, and they help us out We’re branding and cutting and vaccinating in a lean-to off the barn in shit six inches deep No room for a horse or a rope so you just grab those calves and throw them down right-side up so they’re dry enough to brand The farmer’s son loses his grip on a catch and the calf tries to bolt past me I turn quick, grab the head and come ‘round fast to where the farmer stands flat footed with that big syringe in his hand Into my shoulder, skin, flesh and bone dumping the whole shot of multi-task vaccine The next day the arm hurts bad and doesn’t look too good either So we drive down to Mossbank to see the old Aussie flying doctor who must have gotten off course to land in Saskatchewan He gives me some medicine and says “Come back in three days” I say “I’ll probably be fine by then and it’s sixty miles round trip” He says “Don’t worry mate – you’re vaccinated for shipping fever” And I’ve been traveling ever since
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The Alp Leaps Up

Nature, Travel / May 19, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
The alp leaps up like a chamois shot that hid behind  soft cloud and hill and breaks us with its broken beauty
Photo taken from train between Munich and Vienna
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A Train

Travel / May 18, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
Munich - Salzburg - Vienna 2019 The thing about a train is that your feet never leave the ground Though your toes must curl in elfin curl from hide of cow to wheels of steel as you travel the rails of others trails that lead you to your own
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Riding in Cars with Kinder

Travel / tagged Children / May 17, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
In Düsseldorf in spring I share the back seat jail with a kinder just turned one Bindings force our faces face to face We laugh at each other’s laugh until the whole car shines The world is indeed small and round as two bellies quaking
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The Armadillo

Audio Recordings / tagged Defence, Fear, Psychology / May 15, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
The armadillo lies in the center of the road with his feet in the air The shell on his back for centuries over used caused the spine in his neck to become somewhat fused So that when he hears that danger is near he has to leap and turn to cover his rear And if that sound is the front of a car he leaps into a sudden marriage of armadillo and undercarriage So he lays on his back and he waves his feet a warning to travellers from far and near about the many dangers of old fear and old ways of dealing with it
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Pulling Pipe

Cattle, Poems about Poetry, Ranch Life, Relationships / May 14, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
Trouble down the well and me, my dad, and my brothers are Texas roughnecks pulling spinning and stacking pipe pipe and rod and “Careful dammit! If you drop that rod the well is shot” We’re Red Adair, fighting a fire we’re wet and muddy and cold and mad and we’ve got to get it done by dark The gold down there’s not black but red an iron rich sea hiding away from the pulling power of the prairie sun Looking back fifty years from a poet’s perch I pull, spin and stack metaphor and meaning Back then it was just men doing what they had to do and white-faced cattle waiting
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Travel Makes the Colors Merge

Travel / May 13, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
The green of here Is not the green of home though when I leave the green of both will travel with me merged The green I am since meeting you is greener richer too
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Mother’s Day

Uncategorized / May 12, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com
Before Hallmark got ahold of it Mother’s day was not the second Sunday in May Less commerce but more meaning by far in spring’s first crocus in a jelly jar
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