Open Poetry #42 |
Memories |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
My thighs are still hurting from gripping the swells- My right shoulder aches every rain- Bad knees and bad ankles are part of the life, I hear there’s no gain without pain. Ace wraps, braces, liniment… crammed in my bag, Along with my riggin’ and such… I’ve heard an old saying, I believe that it’s true- You can tell a cowboy, but you can’t tell him much! Now I’m pushing fifty, and crowding it hard… But I still love the thrill of the ride. The adrenaline rush as I drop in the chute- The gate when I holler, “Outside!” The grunts of the broncs, and some of mine, too The cheers of the crowd in the stand… My reason for living for twenty-three years- The lust of the rodeo hand. I hate to admit it, but I’m growing old- My dreams are all fading real fast. No “ten head in Vegas”, nor shot at “the gold”- Your mem’ries are all that will last. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
another great cowboy poem! Keep riding on in your memories! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Enjoyed, Gunslinger. I just have to tell you,I know all about Ace bandages and liniment and I've never been near a rodeo. Ida |
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gilead Senior Member
since 2008-03-10
Posts 1067nevada, USA |
Ah, to grow old with the grace of having truly lived, what greater desire in this life? Your poem humbles me in the coming of my 66th summer! Art |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
I feel blessed to have found you again. I love the reality you present, the clear-eyed acceptance of life. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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