Consuelo Roland


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.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

In my childhood we lived in Piet Retief in the old Transvaal of South Africa. My mother used her brown Volkswagen beetle to escape.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 28, 2012



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