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near Roy, New Mexico
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Cow Talk

Sometimes, at dusk ‘spesh’ly after a rain,
the cattle will all talk to each other,
the calves lose their mama’s, the bulls lose the cows,
and, they’re trying to find one another!
The day is all over, and, I’ve gone to bed,
and, the last thing I need is their calling,
some calf wanders by and calls mama,
and, all I hear is all of them bawling!
Probably, like some little spoiled kid,
they talk because they’re a little bit scared,
or they practice to report the news,
they need to know how the cow herd has fared.
Cows make one sound, bulls make another,
and, they probably all mean their own thing,
the calves make one that’s different than the rest,
but, their mama is out somewhere eating!
By morning, things will all be settled out,
and, they only  blat now, because they’re lost,
they grazed off somewhere, by themselves, it’s dark,
so their confusion is only their cost.
The cows can graze all over the pasture,
and, see, our house is plumb in the middle,
and, what they’ve done, with all of their yelling,
was change sunrise and sunset, a little!

© 2008, Doc Mayer
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

Doc told us: "The calves were bawling one night after a storm when I wrote this ode to sounds. I think that cowboys often hear many things they never tell about."



  About Doc Mayer:

Doc's web site tells, "Doc Mayer lives and works on a ranch west of Roy, N.M. where the Canadian River escarpment
cuts down through the caprock. He's been an artist for twenty odd years and has lived on his ranch since around 1985. Doc got a Ph.D. in physiology at the University of Texas at Austin and taught in the Texas A&M College of Medicine before coming to the Land of Enchantment. With dreams firmly based in the late 19th century, he found a place where his philosophy of life and attitudes fit in nicely. "I love this area because the people have more contentment and beauty in their lives than in any spot where I've lived. The people are as open as the horizon and as real as the grama grass."

Doc writes he has "...found real happiness in being a cowboy and owning this ranch, the one that Charlie Goodnight's autobiography says he drove a herd through—now, that's cool!"

You can email Doc Mayer.


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