The READING ROOM
The Wyoming Snows
The snows
Fall late along these plains--
Playing havoc
With the winter wheat....
Come beaus
At plate to tie the reins.
The primer stock
Cuts a bank note sweet.
Last year...
A loss--when feed was scarce.
Then, a close call...
Little snow--no gains.
I fear
Just 'cause time's getting fierce.
Note's due Spring thaw
-Still, she's like Spring rains.
Our steers
Were last year's give away...
The drought...the fires--
All claiming their toll.
Here wares
age fast--even un-played,
Untapped desires.
--Beaus "anting" to call.
Our last,
This year--like there the snows....
If God forgets,
Perhaps, He'll forgive....
Soon pass.
With care--she can weed the beaus.
--Good as it gets,
Meg. Child's gotta live.
