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The Fiddler's Due
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The Fiddler's Due |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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The Fiddler’s Due I know all the truck stops, and those all-night diners, On every Interstate, in this great land. I’ve seen most the fairgrounds, and decent arenas. Just part of the trade of a rodeo man. Denver’s real pretty, and Cheyenne is ugly. I get claustrophobic in that Astrodome. But at least it’s in Texas, and the purses are decent, And the land of the Lone Star is where I call home. Seventeen years and some hard miles behind me- My face is now lined, and my hair mostly gray. Those gold buckle dreams kept me going too long now- It’s high time I put my old riggin’ away. The years were some good ones, with lots of fond mem’ries I made a few bucks, but that wasn’t the goal. Life is a gamble, and when it comes your turn- You pick up the dice and you give them a roll. Do I regret it? Why, Mister, not any! I’d do it again, if given the chance. I ache every winter from all of the hard falls- The fiddler’s due, for the rodeo dance. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I always enjoy your stories, Gunslinger. Ida |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Much enjoyed Gunslinger, you done yourself proud, great poem. Lindsay |
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