Poor Folks

Some people are so poor all they have is money.”

Author unknown

 

Folks in my part of ranch county are feeling richer than usual, what with higher cattle prices and an abundance of grass. On the other hand, production costs are skyrocketing, property taxes that are based on the willingness of outsiders to pay prices per acre that won’t begin to pencil for ordinary ranchers, and shadows of corporate greed, make it pretty easy to worry about money. The above quote, sent to me by a friend, put me in mind of a poem from my book, Ground Tied.

 

Po’ Folks

 

On the sidewalk in front of the courthouse

I chewed the fat for an hour with ol’ John

Bout property taxes an’ politicians

An what it costs us these days to hang on.

 

Then I took my Tonys to the boot shop

Cause retreads are all I can afford.

Drove across town to the lumber yard.

The round pen needs a new board.

 

My neighbor’s got meadow ground up for sale

But the banker didn’t fancy my plan.

Say! Them new baler belts are right spendy!

Ain’t sure how much more good news I can stand.

 

At the sale barn I collected day money

On some calves I didn’t stay to watch sell.

With the market headed down to the cellar

It’s not a story I’m anxious to tell.

 

But, that well over south wants pullin’

An’ the red bull has took off to roam.

With a shop full of sickles to sharpen

I’m pointin’ this rusty ol’ pickup for home.

 

Pears that the fall range is holdin’ up fine

Considerin’ all the rains we ain’t had.

That cottonwood there by the bunkhouse

Always puts me in mind of my dad.

 

He planted it when he came to the ranch.

It’s weathered some storms through the years.

Seems both of us got roots deep in this ground.

Ain’t it strange how that quiets your fears?

 

Now shadows lie long in the valley

An’ the sun’s fixin’ to climb into bed.

Swingin’ up easy into my leather chair

I slap the reins and give Banjo his head.

 

Brother coyote sings a song to the moon

An’ there’s no perfume like that fresh cut hay.

You know, Butch, I can’t help but wonder

Just what the po’ folks been doin’ today.

 

With thanks to Butch Martin for reminding me