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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
The Soddy
Douglas Polk
the soddy on the calving place,
a favorite place to be,
walls made of sod,
three foot deep,
warm and cozy,
when back from checking for calves,
on a long winter night,
no phone or television,
the internet did not exist,
a propane stove in the center of the room,
the only heat we would need,
coffee and cards,
and mice in the walls,
the place now only in my dreams,
a happy memory,
as the card game on the computer stares back at me,
a clock on the screen telling me,
thirty five minutes until the next ride needs to be made.
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