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The Hat |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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There’s a battered old Stetson that hangs in my closet- I’ve owned it for thirty-two years. Me and that headpiece have faced hell together, It’s shared all my triumphs and fears. Friends and companions have come and they’ve gone, I guess that’s the way it should be… As long as that hat is there, I’m not alone, A toast to the Stetson and me. I got it at twenty, in El Paso, Texas… I was there for the big rodeo. I thought it was lucky, and maybe I still do- It helped me make whole lots of dough. I wore it for years as I went down the road- A cowboy, just chasin’ my dreams. It got lot’s of laughs, every time I got throwed, And all of my “get rich quick” schemes. Now I’m getting older, my sun’s nearly set- I sometimes forget where I’m at. I sigh with relief, and I know that I’m home- Because that is where I hang my hat. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Missed your poetry and really enjoyed. Sometimes old material things like that special hat can bring forth many memories. Good luck, and you are still a kid...so much more in store or you. "late" |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I think I like your Cowboy poetry, very nice. |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
nice title and poem ARCTIC WIND |
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