Jack Kelly Retires
C&I's Poem of the Week for 2/29/2012
My eye, once clear as blue sky,
fought pirates where lived only trees,
their trunks my masts and spars,
sails in their green canopies.
Robin Hood aquiver,
belt stuck full of daggers,
eyes struck full of stars;
Davy Crocket shot squirrels off branches
with sawed-off broomstick rifles;
Little boys with pint-sized six-guns
defended cowboy honor, home on the range,
true love, and such truck and trifles.
But boyhood’s metaphors sadly retire
to a quiet corral where spurs
of imaginary saddle pals like Jack
jingle in prairie squalls of reverie.
Children grow up, move on too soon.
Today’s color in those tired eyes
just a blue screen blip
three hours shy of sunrise,
those cattle drive heroes battling
hostiles of a memory too used to
debt and deadlines.
Reckon I can see the headlines now,
blazing from the news stand:
“Ancient Cowboy Found Frozen,
Winter in his Heart,
Summer at Hand.”
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