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The Midnight Ride of Bill Taylor

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John Yaws
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0 posted 10-14-1999 10:40 PM       View Profile for John Yaws   Email John Yaws   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit John Yaws's Home Page   View IP for John Yaws




The Midnight Ride of Bill Taylor

Living from a suitcase-
And drifting ‘cross the land.
A breed we see too few of-
A sure ‘nuff Western man.

His beat up Chevy pickup-
No kids, nor nagging wife
And not a lot to show for-
His sixty years of life.

A scrapbook in the suitcase-
He used to drink and show:
His clippings to the youngsters-
When he used to rodeo.

He’s kept a dozen buckles-
And a rig he never rides-
But a faded eight by ten is:
His joy and his pride.

Taken in the sixties-
At the show up in Cheyenne,
A picture of a saddle bronc,
And Bill, as he was then.

Written in a scrawling hand-
Low down on the right,
The caption says, “Bill Taylor-
On the day he rode Midnight”.

After he rode Midnight-
Bill never was the same-
Though he rode a lot of others..
That one was his claim to fame!

A black horse from Montana-
And mighty bad to fight...
They say he was a killer-
This horse they called Midnight.

He killed a man in Casper-
Then he hurt a dozen more...
This wild one from the prairies
Was running up a score.

Bill drew him up in Cheyenne
A bronc who’d not been rode..
Old Bill was quite a rider-
And seldom he’d been throwed.

They run the horse into the chute-
Bill cinched his saddle tight.
They sized each other up a bit-
This cowboy and Midnight.

Bill told the pickup riders-
“You boys both stay shy...
I’ll ride him to a standstill,
Or me or him will die”.

The stands grew deathly silent-
The crowd could hardly wait,
Bill dropped into the saddle,
Then nodded for the gate....

A blur of black explosion-
Old Midnight bailed out high-
His nose in that arena dirt-
His hind feet in the sky.

Bill nailed his shoulders cleanly
Then began to part his hair,
No matter what old Midnight tried,
The cowboy stayed up there...

In a cloud of death like silence
That arena was immersed.
No man alive had rode the horse
They knew he’d be the first.

But finally it was over...
Midnight stood; his feet spread wide
The horse was rode, his streak was broke
Bill Taylor sat astride.

Though he’s a broke down cowboy-
He holds his head with pride...
He lives with dreams of Cheyenne-
And his famous Midnight ride.



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Live large, people!
~GS~

© Copyright 1999 John R. Yaws - All Rights Reserved
Denise
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1 posted 10-14-1999 10:54 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

And there's never a dull 'ride' from you either Gunslinger! Very enjoyable tale!

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Denise
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2 posted 10-14-1999 11:51 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Excellent piece of storytelling, GS. You have a gift......
hoot_owl_rn
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3 posted 10-15-1999 03:58 AM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

GS, wonderfully written....each time I read your work I am again reminded of the song "Beaches Of Cheyenne" by Garth Brooks...you didn't write that did you? Smiles, just thought I'd ask
Sunshine
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4 posted 10-15-1999 02:11 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

This pleases the cowgirl in my very much. Thank you for such an enjoyable read!
Watcher666
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5 posted 10-15-1999 08:16 PM       View Profile for Watcher666   Email Watcher666   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Watcher666's Home Page   View IP for Watcher666

This was excellent! I enjoyed it very much! Thank-You for sharing it!

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