In south Texas when the grass if of short supply some people burn the stickers off cactus for the cattle to have something green to eat and they love it until it rains and the grass grows back. They use a pear burner and it is a hot tiring job. I guess a pear burner is the same thing as what some call a flame thrower and I don't know what people in other places use a flame thrower for. John has had his day with this hard hot job and I've gone with him to drive the truck but those days are over for us as we are too old to do this any longer and it is too dangerous to catch the land on fire with it as dry as our area is. So this is a poem I wrote in July of 1996.
The flame shooting forward, hot as hell. Sounds 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 a dry parched land.
Someday the pearburner can cease it's noise, then farmers and ranchers will have time to rejoice.