Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #140
The Cowhands Danced by Belinda Roddie The cowhands danced beside the cacti as the desert sun dipped lower in the sky, the heat clinging to the brims of the hats that each cowgirl and cowboy wore. The eye of the moon kept watch as horizons dimmed, and soon, guitars, banjos, and ukes were strummed as some old ranchers sang of stories grim while others drank cold whiskey to stay numbed. One cowgirl told a tall tale of the past, about a bronco working in the South with cattle herds whose giant shadows cast a majestic darkness across the mouth of the Grand Canyon. Later, some hands slept, while others turned their sights homeward and wept.