POETRY

Homer Wilson Ranch

Into the West Sonnet Series — a latecomer

Homer Wilson Ranch | Big Bend National Park | Instax wide photo by author

Let your eyes fill in how it might have been:
ranch hands driving sheep down the dry creek bed,
men crowded in the bunkhouse. Were they friends,
or enemies on tacit truce’s ledge?
Now human feet plod through gravel,
hikers on a mission to the rare red
canyon, pilgrims of beauty. The table
of glory was set long ago, the tread…