Dedication
In memory of J. B. Allen
KINGS AND SLAVES
FIERCE AS GRIZZLIES IN THE SPRINGTIME
PROUD AS SAGE HENS CAUGHT IN RUT
TOUGH AS RAWHIDE CURED IN SEASON
HARD AS GRANITE SHAVINS – BUT
INSIDE
THERE LIVED AN ARTIST’S EYE
A POET’S WAY WITH WORDS
RESPECT FOR PROPER WOMEN FOLK
AND SLAVE TO GRAZIN HERDS
FER
THERE WEREN’T A WORLD OF CHOICES
TO A BAREFOOT FARMER’S KID
OR A RAGGED TOWN-BRED URCHIN
SWEEPIN FLOORS AND STAYIN HID.
VIEW THEIR WORLD FROM THAT PERSPECTIVE –
NONE TO LEND A HELPIN HAND
BUT A LEAN OLD HARDENED WAGON BOSS
THE LORD OF VIRGIN LAND
MOLDIN
MEN WITH HARSH DEMEANOR
SPIRITS HELD BY PINIONED WINGS
‘TIL THEY SHARED SOME MAGIC MOMENT
KEPT FOR ANGELS, PARDS, AND KINGS.
Dry Crik Review, Summer 1992
