OTHER COWBOYS GET THE BEST HORSES
BUT THERE'S A FEW LEFT FOR ME
seems like other cowboys
get all the good ones
and i always draw that bull
with danger in his eyes
and hell in his flanks
or that bronco that makes
last friday night’s bedroom rodeo
look like a piece-ful thing
seems like other cowboys
get all the good horses
and fine half-wild women
but there’s a few left for me
some that aint been broke at all
and others just begging me
to climb in the saddle
strap up and brace myself
for the ride of my life
a cowboy's life aint easy
sleeping in wide open spaces
just one long hard ride after another
yeah, younger cowboys seem to get
all the good horses and fine women
but i wonder if they're man enough
to break frisky fillies with no bridle
and ride hard all night like me
Now this is my kind of poetry! And I will never forget the day you were on your lunch break Don Juan and I offered you a challenge to write a sequel to my Jolene and you accepted! And what a poem it was! I hope you kept that poem in your files. I'd like you to repost that one - can't remember what you named it. So please do. This here is your niche, Amante...you're the best! I've missed you. Keep it between the saddle horn and tie her down with your sweet satin Stetson sheets...this is poetry, baby!!
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God bless you. Kathy
You tha man!!
Love Tinka :)
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings and love,
Susan
C'mere, cowboy - let's ride into the sunset, together - I love, love, love this write!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. Yee-haw!
Love Always,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D