Dead Horse Lament
My horse died last night,
You probably don't understand.
How much a horse means
To an old cowhand.
As I looked at her for the last time,
My emotions were hard to hide.
A tear came to my eye,
As I thought of our last ride.
Hours and hours I rode
My horse named Twister.
Miles and miles
Until my aft end blister.
I'm not one to expect city slicker pity.
But its too lonely on the range
I'm heading for the city.
By sunfisher
consolidating CRM poetry: Sunfisher, Bowlegged Chuck, Goat Mary & Artchuck
By Goatmary
© 2009 Goatmary
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