Free Write Week 3

This poem is from the exercise that we did in class.

The Dance

The cowboy twirled the lasso like a snake. The whip sounded as an ancient accolade. Twirling, twirling, snap crackle pop. Twirling, twirling through air. Through the dust in the air. Twirling over the neck. The neck that connects. The neck that connects to the steak. Through the dust in the air, over the neck, to touch the hair. To touch the hair that envelopes the steak. Twirling, twirling through the air, the sound of the cattle fills the dust-filled air. The rumbling ground rumbles. Rumbles and shakes. Shakes and quakes. Quakes beneath the cattle's' feet. Shaking and quaking. Rumbling and tumbling. Rumbling under the feet. The feet of the steak. The steak covered in the hair. The hair that was captured by the twirling lasso. Twirling, whirling through the air. Through the dust-filled air. Through the air filled dust. Through the air filled dust that comes from the feet. The dust from the feet of the cattle. From the feet of the cattle that rumble and tumble over the ground. Rumble and tumble. Quake and shake beneath the thousands of feet. The feet that make the steak.