My pony’s bridle lays across a hay bail.
A black saddle straddles a fence post rail.From blurry eyes a tear drop may fall.Ghostly apparitions of a memory to recall.
BADLAND TRAILS
My pony’s bridle lays across a hay bail.A black saddle straddles a fence post rail.From blurry eyes a tear drop may fall.Ghostly apparitions of a memory to recall.
In days of youth mounting from fence rails, rider on pony would wander endless trails.My mount would forever faithfully guide, when crossing haunted badlands at a stride.
Quotes;
I am delighted by the romanticism of the poetry, making light of the hardships.I want to be a cowboy and live in the romantic era of open trails and endless plains.The cowboy life is humorous when looked at by Mr. Cheeks-Too-Soft.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
