I wrote this poem in July of 1996 when we were having a terrible drought and John had more cows to feed then he does now. It was a hot back breaking job so we would go out at the crack of dawn to beat the sun. The cactus was actually very pretty when the stickers were lit up from the fire. He would go into the cactus on one side and my job was to drive to the other side to pick him up as he would be very hot and tired carrying that tank on his back. If John had not sold 70 cows he would already be burning pear. So far he has been able to keep up with the feeding with the hay he has and buying some feed.
The Sound Of Drought
The flame shooting forward, hot as hell, sound to cattle like a dinner bell.
A roar heard at the crack of dawn, breaking the silence of early morn.
Sweat dripping down from a tired man's face, as it crosses his lips forming a salty taste.
When will the drought finally be broken? So many prayers for rain have been spoken.
Maybe there is a reason we do not understand, as the ranch turns into dry parched land.
Someday the pear burner can cease it's noise, farmers and ranchers will have time to rejoice.