WEM: 4 Poems
Wilma wrote her poems on whatever scraps of paper she happened to save and kept them in a shoebox. Now transcribed and open to the air, I share these with you - and to be considered by some future editor of Wilma’s collected poems. Anyone with similar unpublished pieces from Wilma is welcome to have them published here accompanied with notes, circumstances and source - email: dry_crik@yahoo.com
SOME DAY HE WOULD BE BETTER
How did he do that
even now I see him
lean and graceful
with his Cherokee nose
standing inside a circle of rope
he spun for himself
just for the sheer pleasure
or what was it
my six brothers
gifted in some other ways
could never spin a rope
do a single trick with it
But Gordon Deertrack seventeen
two farms north of us
could spin as well as papa
someday he would be better
and a star at every rodeo
