Mountain

By Cedar Jeffers

The wind blows the tall grass 

Evening comes creeping in

The sun stretches the shadows over the dusty road

Time slows as the day cools off

A day filled with mending fence

Hot dry hillsides overlooking the basin

A hundred-year homestead, struggled along 

Now has new water tanks and greener grass 

 The calf bawls as the sun sets 

Pink and oranges fill the sky

Deer make their way down to the cold streams 

The fire crackles as family talks

The tin roof expanded and pops

The day swellters on

A storm rolls in, thunder cracks 

Fog traps you in camp

Blue morning sky wakes you 

Pancakes cook on the grill

Mountain coffee warms your hand 

Bacon sizzles, Birds chirp, cattle moo