It was a beautiful afternoon,so I decided to go for a leisurely run.
It is near the house;drove a mile or so to this spot.It is a glorious out here!
The clouds appeared to be so low,I found myself cloudwatching!
I love running along these enclosed tracts of farmland,grazed by domesticated livestock,such as horses, or cattle, or sheep.
These pasture lands where tended pasture forage,consisting mainly of grasses, and I suppose,an interspersion of legumes and other forbs.
Here, there is hardly a soul, or a car.I can run in the middle of the asphalt road.Ahh, but I have company...Cows!
I hollered at the cows to ask themif they were enjoying their meal.One looked up as if to say: "What do you think?"
"And what about the clouds?They are great, aren't they?"
It looked back, then its sides... and continued chomping away!
Silly cow.
I wonder how this will all look after several yearswhen the planned development is finally complete?
On a beautiful afternoon,when the clouds appear to be all over, I wonder if still I can cloudwatch like a cowgirl?
I want to leave you with another poem written by Cowboy Poet Rolf Flake CLOUDWATCHERS
Some say that Noah was a cowman. He was a cloudwatcher, true - And that after 40 days he came on deck and someone said,"Well, Noah, will that do?"Noah looked up at the sky and saidjust what ranchers say today,"If we can get one more like that in about two weeks,we might just have it made."
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