Cadillac Ranch

The Ten
Just a-gleaming in the sun and a-howling at the moon


They just lean
In formation
Into the wind
Not exactly defiant
But certainly not compliant
A bit lonely, their glory faded, but with the patina of nostalgia, a whiff of post-war abundance
and optimism


Before them
The Comanches bivouacked, marauded and danced
The ranchers followed and tarried a bit longer, fencing and grazing
Then farmers seeded and harvested, speculators gambled and railroads bullied
Then came Armageddon, the arid paint-peeling, suffocating dust of the 1930s
Like all the other nomads that came and went before them, the Ten are neither at home nor out of
Like a Route 66 gas station and our great grandparents
They too will slowly dissolve into the background
Obscured by the perpetual motion of endless, gritty wind
But for now, they continue with their business
Not noticing you, but allowing you to notice them

Tough, but not invulnerable
Resilient, but hardly immortal


Weeds tumble and bounce
Coffee cools
Rust sets in
Tears fall and dry
Tailfins disappear
So many Baptists and so many others
Gather here together to paint, to hope and to dream and keep moving with the wind
They also stop by to paint
to recall
to accept
And hold their heads high like the Cadillacs


John 1: 1-5
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was  with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
Image by Madeleine Frost

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Mark Cole

Mark Cole is an attorney by profession but his loves are his family, the Christian humanist tradition, the arts, and his community. He grew up in the Texas Panhandle. His wife Shona grew up in Ireland but became a US citizen (and proud Texan) some twenty years ago. They have six children. Mark has a BA from Baylor and six graduate degrees, including a doctorate in the history of ideas. His doctoral dissertation is titled Liberty, Prosperity, Community, Culture, and is deeply influenced by TS Eliot. His favorite living poet is BH Fairchild.