Don’t Tell This Leafing Ocotillo That It’s Winter In The Desert, But Then, It Is Christmas. — Image by kenne
DESERT COWBOY’S CHRISTMAS
by Carol Jarvis
The bells this cowboy’s hearin’,
aren’t off of any sleigh.
They’re ’round the necks of the old milk cows
comin’ in for their mornin’ hay.
There’ve been other times and places,
where there weren’t snowflakes fallin’,
But he can’t remember a Christmas,
when there weren’t cattle bawlin’.
The desert air is chilled,
as daylight tints the sky.
It’s plenty cold enough for frost
but the air is just too dry.
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