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My Last Draw

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John Yaws
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0 posted 11-25-1999 01:38 AM       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

When I rolled into Oakdale In 1981
One step ahead of poverty- with no place left to run
A beat-up Chevy pickup- Bald tires and empty tank
A hundred dollars overdrawn In a small town Texas bank.

I was crowding thirty closely- And let me tell you, Pard
That after you turn twenty Each passing year is hard.
For rodeo is for the kids- It makes an old man fast,
I told my wife the last five years Each one would be my last.

It looked good year before last- The Finals looked so sure-
Till a bull down in Ft. Stockton my lofty visions cured.
I rode the first two cleanly then hung up in the well
By the time they got me loose from him I was hurt bad I could tell.

Last year it was a repeat- Right into the fall...
I drew good stock, at every show I darn near rode them all.
Then there in Salt Lake City a saddle bronc did rear-
And pin me to the chute gate- My heart was filled with fear.

A broken pelvis finished- The season for this lad,
My wife said I would have no luck If it wasn't for the bad.
My draw up here in Oakdale A bull they call Old Blue
He's double rank to spin on you And he's a fighter too.

I rosin up my rigging, And knot and tie my glove-
I'm gettin' old and stiff for- The kind of life I love.
I drop my rig on dark gray hide- And settle down inside-
A stranger helps me pull my rope And ready for my ride.

I nod and dig my spurs in The bull seems to explode-
I've never felt such fury in all the ones I've rode.
The devil comes out spinning- I'm sitting on my hand
I feel I'm sitting pretty Midst the cheering from the stands.

He swaps directions on me- In no time I can tell-
I'm gonna lose the battle- As I slide off in the well.
The clowns are trying bravely To free my leather fist
The terror runs all through me To get caught up like this.

I'm free, but, no he's turning I see his blazing eyes-
And feel the horn go in me- And tear me up inside.
It doesn't hurt to my surprise- But blood is pouring out,
I start to say I'm alright- Then it gushes from my mouth.
I look up at the blazing sun- If I have got to go-
I couldn't pick a better way Than at the rodeo.

Live large, people!

© Copyright 1999 John R. Yaws - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 11-25-1999 01:45 AM       View Profile for danni   Email danni   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for danni

Incredible poem. The ending kind of blew my mind. I wasn't expecting that. You're right,
what better way to go, than doing what yoou love.
Dusk Treader
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since 06-18-99
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2 posted 11-25-1999 03:09 AM       View Profile for Dusk Treader   Email Dusk Treader   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dusk Treader

This was great, the ending kind of jumped at me too, but it seems a satisfying way to finish this piece, liked it much!

"'Cause there's a hunger, a longing to escape, from the life I live when I'm awake" - Creed - "Higher"

Member Patricius
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Glen Hope, PA USA

3 posted 11-25-1999 03:35 PM       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

Oh my.....tragic
Member Empyrean
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4 posted 11-25-1999 09:54 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

I can't imagine you getting beat. Nobody shoots the bull like you with your dazzling yarns. They are addicting.
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5 posted 11-26-1999 10:11 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Yes, you do spin a fine yarn! Always captivating!


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since 11-27-1999
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Walla Walla, WA, USA

6 posted 11-28-1999 12:14 AM       View Profile for femtastic   Edit/Delete Message     View IP for femtastic

If I were to die Id love to die doing something I loved. Happy this person got to... in my case it be similar.. with horses or friend:-) At least he can say he has no regrets about his last day
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7 posted 11-28-1999 01:52 AM       View Profile for WhtDove   Email WhtDove   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit WhtDove's Home Page   View IP for WhtDove

Addicting these are! I love to read them. This was quite intense. Edge of your seat kinda stuff.

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