Mike Moutoux, New Mexico's Enchanting Cowboy

 

Mike Moutoux

New Mexico's
Enchanting Cowboy


Mike Moutoux's Poetry

A Fitting Monument

A Fitting Monument Cowboy Poetry

In the dry land stands the monument of a dreamer
It is a testament to hope; to years of yearning
Standing tall above the grasses, rocks and scrub oak
Below a cloudless sky and sun so brightly burning

No babbling brooks sing here, just silent sand arroyos
Few linger here at all; fewer still would stake a claim
Only fools and dreamers could love this barren land
It does not suffer fools; dreamers love it just the same

‘Twas the Homestead Act that brought him here to dream and sweat
It was the solitude and grass that it made it feel right
But there were months when precious rains were non-existent
Each cloudless day brought another worried weary night

All that changed when the Aermotor windmill was delivered
The well was dug, the tower raised; each rod and gear in place
The wind blew as always, but now it turned a shiny fan
And both the cowman’s heart and his dreams begin to race

The cowman would talk about that day for years  to come
How the blades spun, the rods squeaked, how he paced and paced
And then water, precious water, poured from pipe to trough
Giving hope a thing a man could actually taste

Within weeks trails appeared around the water trough
As thirsty critters, one by one, found the water there of course
Not just cows, but antelope and fox and deer drank there
The tower, a beacon, led them to their water source

The story of the dreamer is old but not forgotten
The tower still stands although its working years are spent
A testament to his hope and years of yearning
For a dreamer and cowman, a most fitting monument.

The Aermotor company sold its first windmills in 1888; they still make them today. It is not uncommon to see their mills in our part of the country. Many of the Forest Service towers were manufactured by the same company.

 

 

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