Stampede Poem by Consuelo Roland

How fast we went
My mother and I
- Merrily, merrily, merrily
Trundling along in our VW beetle

When a cattle or two appeared
At my side window and hers
- Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly
Eyes lashed wide-open.

How they thundered past
Those beasts of steel
- Jostling, jostling, jostling
On a small dirt track.

Pale of face but undaunted
My mother steered us straight ahead
- cheerily, cheerily, cheerily
Nose to the wind.

In our wake we left the herd-boy
And my father in an empty house
- Verily, verily, verily
Both mystified.