In the eighteen hundreds some double-teethed skeletons were found.
In California, Ireland, Minnesota, Tennessee and Ohio, truly all around.
Were they humans? Many children ask as I begin to tell the tale.
Human-like, possibly giants or ogres, I admit, twelve-foot-tall, right Gale?
Gale is my assistant and is horrified by the way I throw out the truth.
It is more fun to have her than it was to ever enlist my old aide, Ruth.
In Minnesota seven skeletons with double rowed teeth were undug.
They were buried upside down, I add, taking a swig of ale from my mug.
In 1833 in Lompock Rancho, California they dug up a twelve-foot king.
Sporting double teeth, a crown, a toe, ear and belly button ring.
Now Gale knows I am embellishing. She shakes her head at me.
They were known as Formorians to the Irish, ogres, I say with glee.
Categories:
rancho, history,
Form: Rhyme
There was a boy
Named Rancho Roy
He had a horse
Whose name was Force
They loved to ride
Out far and wide
Force used to take
Him to the lake
Where he sat long
And wrote a song
Called "Rider's Hill -
Ride to your fill"
When they came back
He had a snack -
Fresh cake and tea
And cream cookie
Force his hay ate
Happily neighed
Rancho took rest
His life was best
04.21.2021
For Eve Roper's "Nursery Rhyme 5" contest
Categories:
rancho, kindergarten, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
Prepossessing pair liquefy as a still river’s exquisite glaze ~
An undercurrent ripples in the lazy meander to ply compliance
Yellow tones of twilight seep slowly, warming a cold demeanor
These two play in crepuscular light, ensconced in downy fur
Wearing black and white, is moonlit night,
only half-lit, as unfolding dawn's fawn, denigrates the dark...
Proportionate seconds rake nails in a rhythmic clickety-click
Long strokes make feasible winged flight, high with the half-moon:
a cogent straight-cut through a curve of semi-shiny symmetry
Yielding to heat, dews exuberant, deluge chilled lungs and fog river’s gaze ~
(2/4/2021 - '05 Fountain Fever 29; Rancho Cordova)
Categories:
rancho, allusion,
Form: Pastoral
This is a Rosarian Sonnet in pentameter
I wanted to see a new sailing ship.
To Dana Point I went, just a short trip,
I toured the Brig Pilgrim, gift from Denmark
to the United States honoring great
Henry Richard Dana;s voyage of late.
It was around Cape Horn they plied their sails
in eighteen thirty-five. through rain and gales.
With hope of buying hides they disembark
off California’s Spanish rancho fields.
San Diego’ s ranchos gave many yields.
Rancho San Lauius filled ship’s hold full
Fiesta was given by vaqueros
Mayordomo was happy with pesos.
He gave special fight with rancho’s mean bull
Categories:
rancho, history,
Form: Sonnet
It’s thirteen thousand miles from Boston to
San Diego around far Cape Horn’s way.
Ship needs to sail to that distant quay.
The Cape is a hard challenge for the crew
It’s where the Atlantic and Pacific
Oceans meet and the waves are horrific.
The number of ships lost are not a few.
With good sailing San Diego can be
reached in three months from Boston’s fine dock
in hope of returning with rancho stock.
Condition of hides rest upon the sea,
if hold remains ever dry and shipshape,
The wetting of hide they hope to escape.
No fear Brig Pilgrim’s hold is danger free.
Hide house at the Mexican harbor’s berth
cures hides vaqueros bring from distant field
hoping to gain a goodly peso yield.
Their agents bargain for true values worth
Profit will give major-domo much peace
He’ll thank the Virgin for worry’s surcease
At hacienda there will be much mirth.
Categories:
rancho, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
Was gold cross over alter fake or real?
Must be a metal made resembling gold.
T'was fake young lady's mind did surely feel,
not right apse having gold cross real to hold.
This so until then otherwise was told.
Her father wore cross gold on chain affixed
around neck, neath "camisa" white, not bold.
When wife did scold, prayers, oaths then he admixed.
Now lady wanted mother's friendship healed.
Was three years convent penance time enough?
In whisper she gives lines heart holds concealed:
" Mamacita, why did you make me do that?
I loved the gringo and he wanted to marry me.
‘Twas right.In sight of God, Mamacita,
‘twas right! I'm an old woman now. Eighteen's
too old.No one'll want me. Please don't make me
marry Arracho now that I've returned home.
He was bald when I was sent away - what's
he like now? Just because Arracho owns
Rancho de Plata isn't reason for me to marry him,
is it? Mamacita, can't you see that's wrong? Pedro,"
she directed thoughts to her older brother.
"You're mother's favorite. Holy Virgin, since
birth you've taken best of everything. You can
do what you want and there's no monastery for you."
Categories:
rancho,
Form: Free verse
Rancho San Luis Ore encompassed plain
of Laurius between the mountains nigh.
"Vicioso", ferocious grizzly, bane
to Miquel's peace of mind, lived close near by.
Don Miquel's spirit made him need to try
to capture honey loving beast for sport.
This ursine'll be soon tied where hives do lie,
for vaqueros love most that play of sort.
The Laurius grass plain was valley wide,
reward to Jose, Miquel's pater old.
For service great to Spanish monarch's pride
against French reign, for being captain bold.
The plain's worth many fine doubloons of gold,
an everlasting feed for cattle need.
But other eyes do covet Miquel's hold,
and claim that plain's held by outdated deed.
Categories:
rancho,
Form: Rhyme
Hernandez's Christian name is Jose Sor
and brother's Christain name is Miquel Rey.
Don Miquel owns Rancho San Luis Ore
and steer did gore Don Miquel's face one day.
The horn left deep scar wounding cheek bad way.
His tenper's mean and matches gore's red flame.
Cross Miquel Rey and you'll rue great that day.
Man's anger's given Miquel one bad name.
Don Miquel's wife's petite with huge round eyes
big like to saucers; eyes dislike to smile.
Her pleasure's scolding maids with angry cries,
deception's always goad to raise her bile,
not having use, and hating those with guile.
Her name is Dona Thresa Luisa Share,
and ruling Ore's house maids does show her style -
up each dawn morning's light with load of care.
Categories:
rancho,
Form: Rhyme
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Categories:
rancho, work,
Form: I do not know?
Rancho la Joya stretches out for miles
the horses are gone--but not the corrals
with a black dog named Boo, who watches it all
from late in the evening to every breaking dawn
one silver horse is all that remains
you turn the key and the thrill is the same
all leathered up in our jackets and chaps
sheltered from the cold, we ride without maps
into the mountains on trails that you know
your hands on grips and warmed by your gloves
my arms around you--holding on tight
the sun sinks slowly now, moon and stars guide
peaceful and beautiful alone on this trail
this scenic path without any guardrails
onward and upward, smooth is our ride
I will go anywhere with you by my side
Categories:
rancho, love
Form: Couplet
So cinch tight my shimmering dark sorrel
With fine hand-tooled saddle of silver inlay—
I’ll pull on my calfskin chaparajos
And through that old heartpine gate I’ll ride away.
I’ve been too long on this sagebrush prairie.
Through many a rancho gate welcome and not—
With some I stayed and herded and prospered,
While with some I gave up much more than I got.
But I’ve rode toward that last gate in my life
And next that rosadero I’ll sit for awhile—
Until that bright entryway swings open
And I ride in meek and accepting as a child.
So cinch tight my shimmering dark sorrel
With fine hand-tooled saddle of silver inlay—
I’ll pull on my calfskin chaparajos
And through that old heartpine gate I’ll ride away.
Categories:
rancho, cowboy-western, death, faith, forgiveness,
Form: Cowboy Poetry