- free form poem with meter but without rhyme
I'mma be real honest with you, I did not pay attention to that class in Poetry school.
But I will give it a shot
Does this mean Theo and I are moving in with you
The Ranch's Cattle, in Iambic Pentameter:
Moo moo, moo moo, moo moo, moo moo, moo moo. Moo moo, moo moo, moo moo, moo moo, moo moo. Moo moo, moo moo, moo moo, moo moo, moo moo. Moo moo, moo moo, moo moo, moo moo, moo moo.
mooved me to tears.
Ham Radio
Ron: Breaker, Breaker, One-Nine!
Edward: Ron, you can shut the fuck up with that CB bullshit. I got you and Elena a HAM radio for a reason, so we don't have to do stereotypical CB bullshit no more.
Ron: Well fuck you too, Edward. Elena ain't a HAM, but I got eyes on something. You see a vehicle heading downstate? Towards Darla and her shit-head husband?
Edward: Black, late model crown vic? Not so sure, Ron, but it does look like it going down to Darla and her Fam, should we be looking out for her?
Ron: No, I ain't sure it is nothing. Maybe Darla and her sons can figure it out. Her Husband ain't gonna...
Poem
Death and Salt and Stale Dry Air, Just me, and my wife, Our kids, And a million miles of Sagebrush, to spare...
Our oldest, Darla, is cleaning out the latrine, While her younger sisters, (10 and 13), Are playing in the desert, Nowhere to be seen,
Young Hank, and Tom Jr., are out grazing the cattle, When I hear crown vic, Drive up the road, Prittle Prattle
Out of the car, Steps a man in a suit, Prim, and proper, with eyes dark as soot.
"Yer boys out there, grazing the steer?" I looked him in the eye, And answered him, quite clear "Yessir, they grazing 'em, 'bout 200 head, or quite near"
"And you got a deed for that land, is that right?" "Uh, no sir, that land is empty desert, that should be plain to your sight" "Well just cuz it empty, don't mean you own it. I'm from the Bureau of Land Management, just so you know it." He pulls out a paper, from his brown leather suit-case, And holds it up, right to my face.
"Yer gonna have to stop, this here is public land." I looked him in the eye, and began to raise my hand... "Don't public mean I got a right to it? It ain't nothing but sagebrush and sand!"
"You making commercial profit, ain't you now, sir? That commercial profit, comes from the taxpayers coffer. That land ain't yours, and it also ain't mine, It belongs to Uncle Sam, Now call back yer boys and the herd, and graze your cattle behind the property line"
Will finish everything tomorrow. Need to go further down the sagebrush rebellion rabbithole to finish this.
Pleasant pursuit of premise.
Police Report
Subjects were found initially off of State Road 375, appox. 25 miles North of Rachel, Nevada.
The dirt road was approx. 2-4 miles off State Road 375, to the west. Although most land appears to not belong to the subject in question, he was reported to still be grazing his cattle on public land.
Appox. 2-300 head of cattle/steer were observed to be grazing on public land. 2-4 men on horses were observed watching the herd.
Owner of the ranch proximate to the distal land owned by the Federal Government of the United States insisted he had a right to graze on the land, as it was "worth nothing, and mostly scrub-brush"
Current recommendation is a simple fine, of $1.25/head of cattle/day, since the beginning of the infringement.
