Nostalgia – Neil Meili

Neil Meili

Zen Cowboy Poet & Freelance Philosopher

Skip to content

Home
Contact
Neil’s Books
Poems
Kind Words
A Neil a Day Poems

Category: Nostalgia

Thanks Be To Cod

Audio Recordings, Farm, Nostalgia, Ranch Life / tagged Education, Health, Medicine, vitamins / September 6, 2026 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

We were only given
one vitamin in winter
adn none in the summer

In summer we had gardens and sun
in winter the oil of the liver of fish
and we got it by big spoons full
not in "Nothing going on here" capsules

The children of today hardly learn
with opportunities for wisdom wasted
unable to measure how good for you without the gauge of how bad it tasted

The Berries

Audio Recordings, Farm, Nostalgia, Ranch Life / tagged Childhood, Fruit, memories / September 5, 2026 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Big machines need room to turn
Grandfather's ten thousand trees
pride of the prairie give way to the plow
and we no longer visit our younger selves
purple-mouthed joyful among his Saskatoons

1 Reply

New Hay

Audio Recordings, Farm, Nature, Nostalgia, Ranch Life, Remembering / tagged Harvest, Scent / August 18, 2026 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The scent of hay
thrown upward in the cutting

Too rich and heavy to remain aloft
falls back to lie among its fallen friends

Walk shuffling feet through it
and it lifts again in clouds to nostrils

Breathed in sweet particles remain
I do believe ... there's some there yet

The Elevator

Audio Recordings, Farm, Nostalgia, Ranch Life / August 16, 2026 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Seed filled erection
proud on the prairie
when the west was young

The Girl From Away

Audio Recordings, Farm, Nostalgia, Ranch Life, Relationships / tagged Attraction, Love, sensuality, Youth / August 15, 2026 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

I was sixteen, it was summer

Hauling wheat to town in the 3-ton Chevy
A quart of store-bought buttermilk
on the seat for the trip back to the ranch

There was a girl, my age and beautiful
visiting in the last house on the left

Sometimes she would be
on the street or in the yard

The truck was new and powerful
I was farm boy healthy, strong

We were hitting on all cylinders

It was warm, the window was open
I was in love, the butter milk was cold

Holding Up the Line

Audio Recordings, Farm, Nostalgia, Ranch Life / August 13, 2026 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Barista, barista, if only you knew
what I'd like to order from you

Barista, barista
please, if you please
cold coffee in a Mason jar
like Momma sent to the fields
at harvest and at haying time

That much sugar
and that much cream
and no one wiped the lip
when they passed it round

Barista, barista
there's nothing I see
on that long fancy menu for me

I guess
I just came in to smell the coffee

1 Reply

Mirages

Audio Recordings, Nostalgia, Ranch Life, Travel / July 31, 2026 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The thing about mirages
I mean the ones on roads
the ones on deserts are all about thirst

The thing about mirages on roads
is that your tires never go flat
and the girl beside you
never moves out from under your arm

Crumbs

Audio Recordings, Nostalgia, Remembering / tagged Memory, Taste, Technology / July 13, 2026 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Companies install
cookies in your computer
to remember where you’ve been

It’s not that new a concept

When Proust took his first bite
of the now famous petit madeleine
like his aunt had served in his youth

Everything came rushing back

Grandpa’s Upstairs Porch

Audio Recordings, Family, Farm, Nature, Nostalgia, Ranch Life / tagged Siblings / June 28, 2026 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The only scenery was sky
the only light was lightning

Five of us sibled summer nights
blanketed against the cooling air

Watching storms from forever away
til they rained us to our beds

Grandfather’s Pipe

Audio Recordings, Family, Nostalgia / tagged Connections, Remembrance / June 27, 2026 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Long after he had died
I used to smoke my grandfather's pipe

Not really one of his old pipes
but a knobby meerschaum that I bought
probably because it reminded me of him
the sweetness of his tobacco and his being

At least it reminds me of them now
Or was it him smoking it and me

1 Reply

Post navigation

← Older posts

Search

Neil’s Latest Book Available in Paperback and Large Print Edition though Amazon worldwide

Social

View zencowboypoet’s profile on Facebook
View @meilineil’s profile on Twitter
View neilmeili’s profile on Instagram

Want More Poetry? Sign Up Here.

Sandi Hebley on Back to SaskatchewanSeptember 17, 2026
💕💕
Sandi Hebley on Breakfast at the Chateau Lake LouiseSeptember 14, 2026
Beautiful!
Sandi Hebley on Three Draft HorsesSeptember 8, 2026
🤣🤣
Sandi Hebley on The BerriesSeptember 5, 2026
Awwwww! 😢 For me it was blackberries!
Sandi Hebley on Cowboy PoetrySeptember 3, 2026
Love this one!

Audio Recordings
Cattle
Cowboy Poetry
Cows
Environment
Family
Farm
Flight
Haiku
Limerick
Manure
Nature
News
Nostalgia
Personal Growth
Pilots
Poems about Poetry
Ranch Life
Relationships
Remembering
String Too Short To Save
Travel
Uncategorized

Tags

Aboriginal Aging Alcohol Art Art & Artists Autumn Beauty Birds Childhood Communication Connection Covid19 Death Dogs Dreams Education Faith Family Fear First Nations Friendship Gratitude Grief Healing Hope Horses Humor Loss Love Mother Music Nature Perspective Poetry Prairie Psychology Ranch Life Regret Religion sensuality Solitude Spring War Winter Wisdom

©2015 Neil Meili. All Right Reserved.

Theme Designed By ThemeVan | Powered by WordPress

Loading Comments...

Write a Comment...

Email

Name

Website