Tag: Poetry

~ BLT on White…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry2 Comments

For lunch today my wife said
husband, why don’t we eat out
I said, honey in these Covid times
that’s not what I’m about

You just sit back and rest your feet
And let me worry about our lunch
I have the perfect meal in mind
Your sure to love it, that’s my hunch

So I pulled a pound of bacon from the fridge
Slapped it onto my heated griddle
As soon as it hit the pan it started splattering
I did a little dance to the sound of the sizzle

I took a fresh from the garden tomato
sliced it thick (the perfect way)
Toasted two slices of home-baked bread
And covered them with mayonnaise

Added just a shake of salt to it
Topped that with a crisp lettuce leaf
Four slices of brown (but not crunchy) bacon
Makes a sandwich that goes beyond belief

Once it was all stacked together
I sliced it at an angle from bottom to top
Add some BBQ Lays potato chips
and a glass of ice-cold soda pop

If you’ve never had one before
there’s nothing better to satisfy your taste
Fix up a good ole classic BLT sandwich
Trust me, there’ll be nothing left to waste

Some say the best part of it all
and I agree with them I must say
Your house will smell all baconey
for the rest of the day

~ Nighthawk…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry7 Comments

A sliver of October moon
sinks slow into the western night
and the life of a billion stars
begin to fade beyond my sight

The black curtain of night dissolves
as colors flare the eastern sky
The glorious hues of morning
proudly herald a new sunrise

Heaven’s light spreads o’er the valley
telling all the world to arise
Bright autumn leaves upon the trees
mimic the grandeur of the sky

Sunflowers turn their golden heads
to the promise of what’s to come
A melody from wings on high
sing a joyous praise to the sun

I get a little misty eyed
as other cowboy start to come
Can’t help but feel a little sad
that this night-herders job is done

~ John…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry2 Comments

Well John was brand new to the Rockin’ Bar J
Down in Missouri’s where he’d spent his young days

His white cowboy hat with the fancy gold band
with fringe on his chaps and kid gloves on his hands

Had snake skin cowboy boots that shone like wet grass
He smelled like a spring flower when’er he walked past

They said he was some nephew of the boss man
came out here to learn how to be a ranch hand

We geared up Devil, that horse hadn’t been rid
and called over John and said “he’s yours now kid”

John said he knew horses he’d used them to plow
but this one seemed a little meaner somehow

Well I eared that stallion while John held the reigns
put his foot in the stirrup and grabbed his mane

He pulled himself right up and sat on the throne
lasted bout a second before he was thrown

Well they say no man’s lived without facing fear
and no flower will grow when watered with tears

Instead of a crying and heading for home
John got right back up and remounted that roan

Now that horse went to whirling like all get out
John held fast to the horn and let out a shout

It was looking like that boy might win the day
When that horse spun and threw him to next Tuesday

Well John never turned into no cowboy hand
Went back to Missouri and plowing the land

There’s one thing we learned that we never did plan
How the clothes that you wear do not make the man

On a blanket in May

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Rippling down the mountainside
flows a clean blue Alpine stream
Bubbling o’er the valley floor
like an image from a dream

Horses grazing in the grass
song birds singing from the trees
Butterflies flitting about
floating on a summer breeze

Wisps of clouds drifting along
a bright sun hangs in the sky
casting a shade from the trees
to where two young lovers lie

Hand in hand they make their plan
a future so bright and gay
All the world is in their arms
this heavenly day in May

Perhaps in all the moments
that’s ever been known to man
T’was never one more serene
than this painting from God’s hand

Prairie Time
Jerry Brotherton
2020