Monday, November 30, 2015

Initiation


image borrowed from southwestart.com


Initiation

“Beyond a certain point, the whole universe becomes
a continuous process of initiation.”--Robert Anton Wilson.

In 1871, Bobby Dunstan had heard tall tales of cattle drives out
across the Great Plains since he was knee-high to a milk bucket.
He was the eldest, growing up on a small horse ranch about five
miles out of Ft. Griffin, TX--so he was the first to be able to leave
home on a cowpoke adventure.

He was 17, & tall as a healthy stalk of corn; more than anything in
this world he wanted to test his grit on a real cattle drive. His father
let him take the mule, Old Gus, & it was a long 75 mile ride up north
to the Red River Station at Spanish Fort; only a three day trip as the
hawk flies. Soon the blisters on his backside made him wish that he
too had wings--but the rough ride readied him, making his insides
rawhide tough.

His experience with horses paid off in aces, for he was hired by the
Burning B bunch literally the day he arrived in town; made head
wrangler, in charge of a 100 horse remuda, plenty of broncs for the
dozen cowboys that would drive the 2,000 head of longhorns 24 hours
a day. They would use the popular Chisholm Trail all the dusty way up
to Abilene, Kansas--more than two months work at $40.00 every month.

Red River Station was the jumping off place for dozens of drives that
Spring. The seasoned hands in his bunch were wild-eyed, but all of
them seemed to possess a clarity of purpose. Before they hit the trail,
he willingly swam naked in the Red for his initiation. They were damn
lucky that late April because the river was running shallow, & they stayed
off the sand bars, & avoided the quick sand--because he heard that a
week later after a Texas rain squall, it became turbulent & treacherous.  

“Abilene or Bust!”
the pokes yelled, spurring their mounts
north up the Chisholm.

Glenn Buttkus

using her 12 word list on Wordle227.
Also posted over on dVerse Poets Pub "Haibun Monday"

11 comments:

  1. Victoria Ceretto-SlottoNovember 30, 2015 at 3:36 PM


    ‎Victoria Ceretto-Slotto‎ to Glenn A. Buttkus

    I read your great poem Glenn. My internet provider is not being cooperative today so I will comment here. It amazes me how many directions the words of the prompt lead. When you write of the West it takes me back to my youth when horses and dude ranches were our favorite vacation. Your ability with words hurls me right into the saddle. Oh, those blisters.

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  2. The tone you set in your writing is well matched to sound and rhythms of your voice in the recording. You set a good scene. Both remind me of the Westerns I read as a child (and still read occasionally even now). Thanks for your visit to my site.

    Elizabeth

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  3. Yes really submerged in that dusty scene and world - don't fancy the blisters though - ouch!

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  4. I don't think I've ever read a "wild west" haibun .. this was a really great experience and I really enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing it with us! Bastet

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  5. Hi Glenn. If you go on the dVerse site, you will find the three photos Mary has for the haibun. The link on the page comes to this rather than a new haibun for the photo prompts.

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  6. Yes, I'm aware of the image prompts, & am writing to one of them now; but this haibun, which is about "water" needed to be seen by some as well. This for the reminder. I commented at dVerse, declaring my intentions.

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  7. Looking forward to the one that meets the prompts.

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  8. Someone had to be first, writing a wild-west haibun.. (and it had to be you)... Myself I have declared the gritty citiscape as my territory... :-) I know those treacherous waters.. really.

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  9. Thanks for sharing the haibun that you wrote for the Sunday Whirl. I understand wanting people to read it. But......as I am interested in seeing what people write to the photos provided in the dVerse haibun prompt, I will wait with my comment if you write for that one. I know you will understand....

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  10. I love your Texas twang there cowboy! I don't envy that tough way of life back then but I love how you tell a story wrapped up with my first ever Wild West haiku!

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  11. Well.. first of all
    the Internet really
    sucks when short
    term rules are more
    important than long
    term gifts.. in NOW..
    and your poetry now
    is a gift God damn
    it and so is mine
    God damn
    it God sTill
    Loves weeds
    that refuse
    to stay
    out of
    high class
    lawns.. winks..
    'sorry'.. you know
    i have a history with
    this.. and you rarely shut
    people up or down.. so i
    sing my song here.. of
    serious disgust..
    anyway..
    i
    revel
    in being
    both human
    and free to say
    these things in areas
    that are open-minded
    and not closed
    to different..
    as there
    is truly
    nothing
    to
    lose when
    one truly is free.. now..
    and that is the spirit of
    the wild west my friend..
    the nomads.. the movers and
    shakers among us.. who move
    away from the Middle
    of Africa
    and go
    as far
    as South America
    where dancing naked
    and free on beaches
    iS jUST
    a way
    of Life..
    I am an Indian
    of Rain forest now
    in a New Jerusalem
    once named hell.. and
    truly where i live mirrors
    both of those historical
    places so
    well now
    as what
    i find
    here
    at times
    my friend..
    Glenn.. now..
    so sure i am
    used to it as a weathered
    open minded liberal
    Indian or cowboy
    in conservative
    hell where
    sticks
    in mud
    flower
    the
    same
    over and
    over again..;)

    Trivia note.. the
    first white settlers
    of Milton where i live
    named it hell on the
    river where i live
    then.. as
    the briars
    will poke the
    hell out of you
    and yes.. they still do..

    And 'that' is my extra long
    Fredbun Haiku at the end..
    now.. Briar and Friar free..;)

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