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Wonder B_e_d

Wonder  B_e_d

Yesterday on the way to town
I saw a cow….laying down
near a sign saying ‘Wonder B_e_d’
painted on the side of a leaning shed.

The shed provided an area of shade
and a perfect bed…. the cow had made
and looked content, chewing her cud
watching the herd, in the sun, in the mud

by the watering hole, battling the flies
and she probably wondered… ‘who are these guys?’
and she laid there contently and without a care
and I thought…’she’s smart’…. and I continued to stare

to see if any other cows would challenge her space
or if they read the sign, from their watering place
or were they smarter than her,  ‘cause they knew what it said
and they didn’t go over there….cause it didn’t say….bed.

For sure, who knows what a cow can read?
They know when it’s time for the farmer to feed
and they always make haste to be there on time
and there are signs on the barn about organized crime

that they try to ignore….but see just the same
as they hurry to get there; to get there and claim
what’s rightfully theirs…. the big bag of oats
that’s covered with wordings…. and market quotes.

The truth of it ….is a lacking confirmation
‘cause if she read the sign, it would be an aberration.
and, too, she’d be wrong in what it really said
as nice as the shade was…..the faded sign said…. ‘Wonder Bread.’

© 2012 t. j. gargano

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This is a re-post of ‘The Rusty Ol’ Barn’ since I found some old pictures to add to it….

The Poet's Crafts

Nature, in all her beauty, will, at times, in the split of a second, compromise all what’s good in our life and put a spin to our existence.  Sometimes we survive and sometimes, we don’t.

Fortunately, where I live, natural calamities have not been common.  They have not been non-existent, either.  Floods, blizzards, heat, drought, lightning and thunderstorms are the hazards that nature throws at us the most to keep us alert.  But, occasionally, Mother Nature shows up unexpectedly to remind us how small and insignificant we are to her powers.  In the early morning hours of July 4th, 1980, she showed up at the farm and I wasn’t home but my family was.


The Rusty Ol’ Barn

The rusty ol’ barn is not like it was years ago.
Her rafters creak loudly when the wind starts to blow.
Threshers that once whistled tunes from her roof,
quickly light…

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Ol’ Fat Rat

In my earlier post, ‘Showdown in Tucker’s Alley’ the mischievous rat had to leave the area and gets an invite from Harriet in the barn….another whimsical tale.

Ol’ Fat Rat

Down in the barn, the horse and cat
were playing a game with the ol’ fat rat,
who had just arrived from Tucker’s alley
where he had instigated a recent rally
and managed to get everybody down his throat
so he got out of town on the nearest boat
and that’s how the story went; that’s what I heard.
But it’s hard to believe everything you hear
when it flows from a cow that’s full of beer.

You would‘ve thought, he would take a rest
coming that far, a mile, at best,
but not this rat, he had things to do,
trouble to spread and that’s all he knew
and now had to deal with this horse and cat,
who he didn’t like much and that was that,
and that’s how the story went; that’s what I heard
at least that’s the story…. that I was told
by Harriet the cow…. with a heart of gold.

She said the fat rat had no place to go,
so she invited him there for a month or so,
with every intention he’d befriend them all
though, so far, all he’d done was create a brawl,
and bothering her, such, she was slipping toward the brink
and all she wanted to do was stand and drink.
And that’s the story….that’s how it goes
but that’s from a cow without much cheer
who’s life has turned to drinking beer.

Since, that was all…. that I could stand,
I headed for the house; in fact, I ran
and left them alone to figure it out
how to deal with the rat; how to deal with the lout
who came to their house and stirred it all up
and hid behind Harriet and drank from her cup.
At least, that’s the story out there in the barn
and believe what you want.. about all what you hear
when it flows from a cow….. that’s full of beer.


copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Old Barn

Driving in the car has always been my favorite mode of transportation because I can proceed at any pace;  I might want to stop and photograph a cluster of weeds or cattail clustering along the shore, if they present themselves.  And whenever I drive out into the countryside or across the country, the decay of the past is always evident along the pathway.

As a geographer, I have focused on such phenomena and one phenomenon is the plight of America’s farms and especially the barns.

Splintered Ol’ Barn

Though the little farm has long been gone,
the splintered old barn has stood for years
with birds in her rafters and a tractor, they sit on,
though the little farm has long been gone.
And through the night ‘til the coming dawn
barn owls prey ‘til first light appears.
Though the little farm has long been gone
the splintered old barn has stood for years.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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