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The Crocus

Audio Recordings, Farm, Nature, Ranch Life / March 23, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Loud crows and bright robins
promise an early spring

But they are of the sky
and can be easily fooled

Only the crocus
knows

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Spring Hopes Eternal

Audio Recordings, Nature / tagged Birds, Spring / March 20, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Happy Spring Everyone!

Spring hopes eternal
The meadowlark’s song
Lifts tears from the dew

Guinness Limerick

Audio Recordings, Limerick / tagged St. Patrick's Day / March 17, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

In Vino Veritas
In Guinness Limerick

Tis a lovely thing the Limerick

And a pint of Guinness helps it stick

But sad their magic is fickle

And though a little may tickle

Sure and too much of either’ll make you sick

The Lure of the Limerick

Audio Recordings, Limerick, Poems about Poetry / tagged Irish / March 16, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Wishing you a St. Patrick’s day weekend filled with limericks and laughter.

The Bells of Le Crotoy

Audio Recordings, Travel / March 11, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

In the little village by the Baie
bells still wake you every day

And since not all the churches agree
we wait while each has its pretty say
then snuggle back for a little nap
because a bell is just a bell
and we’re on holiday

If we had really listened
we might have have heard them say

We are the bells Jeanne d’Arc heard
breaking over walls of prison stone
the morning of her walk to Rouen
and then never heard again

We are the bells Jules Verne heard
rattling rough shuttered windows
get up lazy writer and grasp for that pen
you have leagues to write ‘fore you rest again

We are the bells that the fishermen heard
on the mornings behind their names
on the monument to men lost at sea
heard last before going to sea

Herefords

Audio Recordings, Cattle, Cowboy Poetry, Nature, Ranch Life / March 10, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

They’re not as storied as the Texas longhorn
nor as hairy as the Highland creed

And they’re not nearly so sophisticated
as the latest European breed

They sure don’t calf out as easy as Angus
but all around, they’re all you need

(and they’re pretty too)

I remember
few things as beautiful
as looking back from the point
and seeing a few hundred Herefords
pouring through a cleft in the hills
down to the home corrals
like a spring flood
red as earth and blood

Rolling with white-faced foam

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Air Rights

Audio Recordings / tagged Dogs / March 7, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Scooter the dog, big and black
barking at the big balloons

Balloons with bright stripes
shaped like a house or Mickey Mouse

Some opined it was a perspective thing
And they looked like balls for fetch and play

It might have been a conservative disposition
That defined his territory as
This long, this wide
And all the way up to God

Shelter Belt

Audio Recordings, Farm, Ranch Life / tagged Winter / March 3, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The job of the trees
is to stop the snow

If they wish
to turn green
in the summer
and play with birds
no one will object

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Sheets to the Wind

Audio Recordings, Nostalgia, Ranch Life / tagged Washday / March 1, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Reminded by Marymae the other day

of Monday’s wash in Tuesday’s wind
and bending sheets to bring them in

It was just enough starch
and thirty degrees below in March

And about how fingers got cold as hell
but I think it was really about the smell

Yes that was the part she wanted to tell
it was really the freshness of that smell

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The Lady Who Eats Snow

Audio Recordings, Poems about Poetry / February 22, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

There is a lovely sad lady in Texas
who eats snow in her dreams
writes about young wolves
and the order of the hunt

During the long dark winter
the lady who eats snow
grows larger and nearer to herself

The ice of the river is in her glass
she is two margaritas short of a howl

Soon she will dream
of Alpha wolves
and water

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