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Tumbleweed |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Too many days on the road, Far too often. Have made an old man out of me. And the beds in the motels- The years do not soften, At least I can claim I am free. Too many years that I spent On the circuit- I never could make the life pay. Some others got rich. It depends how you work it- But I guess I am far past my day. So I'll saddle my dreams- And I'll ride the lone prairies, Out there with the sage and the sand. Where ever I fall- I want to be buried, Say, "There lies a rodeo hand". I've seen the wild canyons, And crossed the bare desert, And watched when it bloomed like a rose. So I'll saddle a lineback- Without any bridle- Allow him to follow his nose. I'll blow like the wind On the North Texas Prairie... No ceasing... By day or by night I've long thought about it- It used to be scary... But now I just know it is right. |
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Ringo 
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
Having spent two years as a rodeo clown in Az, I have seen too many versions of this play out in real life... also as a musician, and with the friends I have in the sales game. This is a great write for all of those who have seen the white line getting too long,and who have seen the road turn fuzzy late at night. Day after day I'm more confused, |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 John, I don't know how you do it...the rhyme scheme, the theme...just wonderful! Always love to read you. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
So true, 'slinger. When it stops being scary, it's right....let the horse lead the way  |
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JilGirl Member
since 2003-05-24
Posts 364Washington |
WOW! This touches the heart, no matter which way any of us find ourselves. You've provided an exact copy of where any of us are, at present! Blessings! Shirl Till oceans cease to flow and deserts lose their sands, may beauty surround you every day and wealth be in your hands. |
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