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Fencing Me In
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Fencing Me In |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I saddled the dun, put a pack on my bay- I told you last night, I'd be going away... I really did love you, my sweet little friend... But the farmers are comin', they're fencing me in! I once trailed with Goodnight and Loving, you know? Out on the Llano Estacado... I fought the Comanches, Apaches, and whites: And slept on the prairies, 'neath star-studded nights. I'd scout for the Army, kill meat for the rails- But with every incursion I've not seen it fail... Like locusts at harvest, they come like the wind... Farmers, and ploughmen, are fencing me in. I rode the barrancas back when I was young- And many a slick-sailing loop I have flung... But now I am aging, my last days I'd spend... Far from the barbwire that's fencing me in. |
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bags123 Member
since 2002-06-06
Posts 128 |
Cowboy poetry is another forgotten art form. Simple elegance which describes freedom on the open range so well. good job! I lived in Houston from 80-85. Alief,Cypress, and last but not least Katy. Great people, but too hot!!! |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Gunslinger, I'll never stop loving your poetry. It is so well done. Thanks, always. |
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