Open Poetry #45 |
His legacy is "Cowboy" |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
Sequestered in aloofness, his is a lonely trail- To no man pays he homage, in his pursuit of his grail. His garb is Wrangler denim, Resistol on his head, Nocona boots with wired down rowels, arena dirt do tread. A tarnished trophy buckle which his Dad won long ago, Was only one more reason that he chose to rodeo. He took the high school finals way back in eighty five- At thirty he’s a veteran of a lot of lonely drives. The rattle and the bustle of a row of bucking chutes- Cowboys checking riggin’s, applying spurs to boots- “Watch him, he’s a spinner”! “He blows out, then goes right”! The cowboys pool their knowledge, for the soon upcoming fight. One goal he’s got, to make the top, he’ll settle for no less, Ten head of bulls in Vegas, just to show that he’s the best. Another faceless drifter who’s life is on the go- His legacy is “Cowboy”, his life the rodeo. [This message has been edited by Gunslinger (09-22-2009 06:59 PM).] |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
John, I hear this singing in my head. I love your cowboy tales - and how you show the lonliness, isolation and desire in your poetry. Alison |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Hey Gunslinger. I checked with Doc, Miss Kitty, Festus, Newly, and, of course, Matt and they all agree that cowboys don't "pool their knowledge." No sir they don't. They "parley their yarns." Only them types on Wall Street (greenhorns) "pool their knowledge." Now if your don't believe me check with Mr. Favor and Howdy out on the drive. I like your poem. |
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