Mind’s eye finds me on Staked Plain,
Chasing skittish mavericks
And corralling ornery steer
From first light to sundown…
Like cowhands of yesteryear.
I’m saddle-soar, plumb tuckered out,
Dry bath scrubs grime and sweat,
Strong black-jack ‘neath starlit veneer
Loosens jaws by fire light…
Like cowhands of yesteryear.
On said ancient tablelands,
Where buzzards ride thermals
And coyote howls wake primal fears,
I lived lifetimes in a day…
Like cowboys of yesteryears.
© Ilija Lukić 2025



















