Open Poetry #17 |
Goin' Down the Road |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
Goin Down the Road I threw my worn out saddle- In a fourteen year old truck. With my daddy's bareback riggin' Hoping it would bring me luck. I'd turned nineteen last Friday- And I had a yearn to go... To leave that one horse spread behind, And follow rodeo. Denver, Fort Worth, Houston- Cold Springs, San Angelo... Mesquite, and Texarkana- Were the places I did go... Freedom was my anthem- The highway my abode... I had the cowboy fever, I was "goin' down the road". The years went by too quickly, Though I had a lot of fun... I never made the big time- When it all was said and done... But I have a world of memories- Flashy rides, time's I got throwed- I'm satisfied, I had the privilege Of "goin' down the road". |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* you always take me with you when you travel down your road and I am just content to sit by the fire and listen to your tales. Magnificent. I love it. **hugs** Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
"big time" can be defined several ways....you got a life of good memories...that's bigtime to me. So is this poem |
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