It wasn’t with your guns the west was won,
it was the concept that our soil was owned,
it could be fenced, divided, never shared.
But buffalo need water, need to graze.
That field of yours gave corn
you traded into bucks (green for green)
and me… you dulled with whiskey.
But what was won for you?
When fences rust, and soil has turned to sand
I see you leave, a dust-cloud in the setting sun.
I’m left to mend your fences, not the earth.
You turned our greens to desert when you left
to once again move further west.
The picture this week just begged for poetry.. my excuses to all coming here looking for fiction. I don’t think it needs any further explaining. This is also part of my effort to write 30 poems for April.
Friday Fictioneers is run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and every week we get a new picture where we should find a story in the image. I always try to write exactly 100 words. Let me also do some add for our prompt that we run every second week at dVerse. Write 44 words including one selected word. We call it the Quadrille.. come dance with us.
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April 20, 2016


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Excellent, Bjorn! Loved this. You always come up with something remarkable, and different.
Thank you.. somehow the barbed wire of the settlers came first to mind, and this month I seem unable to write prose.
That nicely gives the lie to the adage that good fences make good neighbours. Beautifully done, Bjorn
Thank you… yes good fences or no fences works the best.
Nicely written! 🙂
Thank you
You’re welcome. 🙂
Dear Björn,
Well done story in verse. Sad, poignant and too true. Good job.
Shalom,
Rochelle
When I wrote it, only verse could come out… even the (half) rhymes just happened to come…
So true, so sad. Well done.
Thank you… it wrote itself.
I love westerns. I also understand the takeover ‘civilization’ did over ‘primitive’ that brought gain & loss. Nice!
Alas that’s what history does.
Really sad, and still happening all over the earth
We are like locusts
I thought of this from the Native Americans pov, which gave it a nice edge.
Really cool piece.
Good.. yes it was written from that pov.. but it could also be a metaphor of humankind in general.
The arrogance of the winners, seen from one who’s had to suffer. Excellent poem, sadly true not only for the West of North America.
I think it’s true wherever human locusts have ever wandered… there is always another west I think
Björn, I love this. You may be interested in an organization here in Texas that is helping to restore the earth. Blackland Prairies and Cross Timber woodlands paved over by “progress” may not be recovered in our lifetime. It is a slow process, but truly a labor of love. Here’s a link to their site: http://www.seedsource.com/restore/neiblurb.asp
I love the thought… I remember when I lived in Arizona that there were organizations who sold seeds for desert bloom to save water.
Nicely done, I enjoyed reading it with a western laid back texan drawl 🙂 poetry helped. Good one.
Oh I cannot even do a Texan drawl…
Beautifully written, Björn.
Thank you Lynda
Outstanding, Bjorn. One of your best, I think.
Thank you… somehow the perspective wrote itself
Really enjoyed this Bjorn, very evocative
Thank you Mick
Enjoyed reading this. To me it worked fine as a story and a poem.
Good poems should be stories, good prose should be poetic… (at least I think so)
Rather a Native American attitude coming through on this one. 🙂
Oh yes… that was my intention.
Powerfully done, Bjorn, impressive voice.
Thank you.. sometimes it just takes imagination to speak in tongues
So sad and truthfully written poem.
Bjorn I love this a lot. 🙂
Thank you… I liked writing it.
The image of a greedy exploiter is firmly rooted in my head now.
I think greed is not needed.. just more feet than the soil can take.. ignorance is often worse than plain evil.
Oh very true indeed.
🙂
This echoes the sentiment I tried to express for poetics. How we are ruled, driven by greed.
Oh yes.. your poem was one my inspirations.. also Grapes of Wrath came up in my mind…
Very sad. Thank you, Bjorn.
Thank you Karin
a glimpse of american history that happened not so long ago. well told.
Alas, it still happens I think
Some painful history lessons…hope we learn.
I hope we do… we have to.
Beautiful Bjorn! A wonerful peice of poetry showing how greed and the need to claim everything in sight and then simply walk away leaving a barren land! Loved it! Heidi 🙂
I think ignorance can be just as harmful… I thought about grapes of wraith when writing this… and greed was elsewhere there I think.
The inexorable and destructive advance of Man. Good story!
I think men are locusts-
I agree, the image definitely inspired poetry. Wonderful and heartbreaking.
It is… and green is gone… in so many places.
A very powerful reflection, presented so beautifully in verse
Verse comes easy for me..
A beautiful and sad poem, Bjorn. I like the repetition of left in the last stanza.
I love to use repetitions… one of the few things that’s hard to do well in prose.
Poetry is always good. This was wonderful. Nice work, Bjorn!
Thank you… I’m glad that poetry worked for you. Every now and then it’s just poetry coming out.
Beautiful verse! It’s sad to see that he is left to “mend the fences , not the earth’. Well done 🙂
I think that’s the saddest of it all… but I think mending fences is what we do to much.
This is wonderfully melancholic. Well done.
melancholy is one of my favorite moods to write in.
Nice! I can almost see the tumbleweeds and ghost towns left behind….how the west was lost.
Lily
Thank you… somehow the barbed wire and the fences gave me the tale at once.
You are simply brilliant, Björn! Every week, I look forward to your submission, every week I sit here in awe…
Thank you.. I try to vary my writing and surprise you all.
I definitely can learn from you…
Love it. What a sad legacy the settlers left. “you dulled me with whiskey” and small pox
Oh yes there was small pox as well… sad sad.
Beautifully said Bjorn. The Way West has left behind a trail of tears.
Thank you.. it’s sad.. and it’s happened in other part of the world before and after.
True enough.
Another of your lovely poems about the rape of a country and its people.
It is too sad for words really … yet they come.
That told a story of centuries in so few words, and in such delicious rythm 🙂
It was a slow killing for sure… rhythm is something I always try to use… maybe I should write it all in blank verse…
Perhaps this isn’t “fiction” in a traditional sense, but even if you hadn’t “formed” it with the line breaks and stanzas, it would still qualify as a story – because the elegance of the words, however poetic, still read a a complete story – beginning, middle and end. And it is most powerfully well done 🙂
Thank you so much… and I guess you are right, some poetry is just stories, some stories is poetry.
It this rate there’ll be no green left anywhere.
Alas.. no… no green
Well done, Bjorn! The sad truth, we take to much and then seem to expect mre.
Indeed.. we are like locusts.. leaving nothing.
Ah you’ve given a new slant to how the west was “won.” So very well done. And, smirk here, we seem to think alike sometimes, my friend. I actually just posted a haibun for this photo — but in the explanation said that the first three paragraphs were the fiction (99 words) and the following haiku was for NaPoWriMo 🙂 ….and to think that I didn’t even know what a haibun was til I joined dVerse 🙂
I will rush over.. I think the picture was a poem in a way and yes I can imagine… the west was won in a way that left so little.
This is just bitterly gorgeous, Björn. Your approach suits the image, and no, there is no fiction here… only poetic truth. Love this!
I hope that finally there will be none to mend the fences at least.
Excellent, Bjorn. It makes my heart ache. What would world be like without fences and borders. We seem to get farther away from that all the time.
I think that we have have conquered nature in all the wrong ways possible.
Tragic and true…lovely poem for hard history.
Thank you.. yes it’s probably true, but many are just perpetrators of the circumstances.
Bang-On! A powerful narrative conveyed brilliantly though poetry. – a compelling literary combo pulled off really, really well. Wonderful writing!
Thank you… I love giving poetry a narrative.
You write poetry, I only try. Thank you.
We all try… sometimes it works out… and training helps.
Ah, history. The same story all over the world. Man is man is man.
Man is man or locust.
Short sightedness and disregard for nature and the environment. This has happened too much.
An unexpected take on the prompt and a powerful poem that makes us reflect on our history.
Beautiful and sad. Fences truly changed everything. People often try to be so possessive of the earth. Tis only ours to care for a little while before it passes on to someone else.
Good poetry, Bjorn. So much sad truth here.
It was shameful the way the Native Americans were treated in the U.S. But it was also shameful the way the settlers were encouraged to mistreat the land. It was no wonder it ended up a dust bowl. Well done, Bjorn. —- Suzanne
Wonderful! Such poetic prose in this one