QUOTE (Larry @ Aug 18 17, 09:05 )

Ali, here is a Sonnet "to boot"!
The Shrine
One boot was in the stirrups when he fell
while rounding up some strays that needed brands;
the other one was lost along the trail.
It followed near the bluffs above the sands
and sediment from raging river’s bed
that shaped the land; depositing its silt.
The mouth and delta formed a nice homestead
so that is where his house and ranch were built.
Sunflower seeds were planted in one field
for drying and to feed his little herds
of sheep and cows. He always had good yield
so there was extra seed to feed the birds.
His horse came back, that boot still lodged in place
so it is now a shrine; a meagre trace.
Larry, wow! What a marvelous monument to Lynda's boot you have built. Plenty of Sunflowers to rival the number of poppies in Flanders' fields She loves it; made her day! On a similarly tragic note, I posted a photo shot and poem about Wrangler Bill who died in the saddle. I think I had it published in The Australia Times under my real name. Thanks, Ali