Open Poetry #23 |
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I'll Follow Rodeo |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA ![]() |
We can't remain alone together, Though we have for quite sometime. It seems your aspirations, Never quite lined up with mine. We met in Arizona, At the Prescott rodeo. I thought you liked the drifting life, You never told me, No. But nothing seemed to suit you. And all you do is nag, All I've to show for eight long years, Is in my rigging bag. I'll load up my old pickup truck And pack my rigging sack. Take my faded Wrangler jeans, I'm never coming back. You don't go round in life but once; I'll give it all I've got. I'm just a drifting cowboy, And I can't be what I'm not. I'll never make the finals- With ten head for the gold. But I can make a living, girl. I'm really not that old. I'll call you if you want me to, For old times' sake, you know? And let you pursue your career, I'll follow rodeo. [This message has been edited by Gunslinger (10-16-2002 11:08 PM).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Excellent write John... I love the tales you spin... and I do hope they are just that...tall tales m'friend. ~Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Gunslinger~ I always enjoy reading your poetry and this is no exception. I can feel the cowboy's aching heart in this piece. Very nicely penned. ![]() Hugs, ~Vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, |
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