didn’t mean to be
eavesdropping, sitting
in auction ring gallery
waiting for our cattle to sell
when two buyers in front of us
start shooting the bull about
their new houses:
“7000 square feet”
“WHY?!”
“because I can!”
yet farmers can’t get square price…
Join dVerse poets serving up quadrilles today…
a poem in my pocket 
Sep 08, 2020 @ 15:45:55
Ouch! That truth hurts. And I know some of it first hand. I live in a rural community and farmers are at the mercy of the markets and the weather and politicians and so many other things. Supply and demand is touch when you have goods that can’t just be piled in a warehouse waiting for the prices to improve.
Sep 09, 2020 @ 06:17:26
Yes, Mary, you understand the farmers’ vulnerability!
Sep 08, 2020 @ 13:20:58
Well done Lynn!
Sep 09, 2020 @ 06:17:54
thank you, Linda 🙂
Sep 08, 2020 @ 08:37:50
Don’t know if you meant to have the “play on words” but I sure smiled at it. Sitting at the livestock auction, watching the cattle and having the men “shoot the bull” in front of you 🙂 Yep — there was always a lot of visiting that went on at those auctions. I only went to one and was amazed at the talking, the dry dust kicked up by the animals’ hooves, and the prices!
Sep 08, 2020 @ 09:43:19
I appreciate your comments. I’m glad you noticed the bull (shot) in this scene, Lillian 😉
Sep 08, 2020 @ 00:35:48
So sad. These farmers work their fingers to the bone. I watched a special about the high rate of suicide among farmers.
Sep 08, 2020 @ 09:45:46
It’s a growing trend, sadly.