Wyoming Days

When we moved to Wyoming, we needed a place to stay for awhile until we could get our house. My grandfather was a cowboy-cattleman and owned a massive ranch. The main house was really cool with a large front porch and facing toward the horses etc.

There was a chicken coup but no chickens. The barn was nearby – it was fun because we would jump off the roof into hay stacks. I don’t know how safe that was, but we lived!

Nearby was another house that some folks lived in. I don’t really remember who they were … maybe workers. But, my mom always chatted with them. Seemed very nice.

For us to live there, they decided to convert the chicken coup into a small residence. That was our first home in Wyoming!!!

Of course, we were freezing most of the time. Wyoming doesn’t have that friendly of a weather pattern. What a beautiful place!  And, what a miserable place to live at the same time. Winter’s were biting cold: summers were sand and wind.

But, Wyoming is gorgeous and when we went to the mountains to camp and fish, there was nothing like it in the world:

frosty breath
I can almost hear
the stillness

I remember when my dad “caught” my mom’s ear with a “fly-hook”. But, that’s another story.

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About Don Baird

A simple person that looks at the beauty and uniqueness of life through the lens of imagination.
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One Response to Wyoming Days

  1. erin mcguire says:

    Wow!!! What an amazing adventure! Beautiful haiku!!!

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