Category : Poems

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I see a lonesome cowboy who is sitting on a fence
His face is weathered and his clothes are worn
The demeanor upon his face is looking mighty tense
Holding a lasso in his hand he isn't really forlorn

A hop down from the fence and he's on his way
Running 'round and 'round twirling the rope
But, of course, the horse isn't going to stay
Slippin' away as if he was covered with soap

A slip in the mud and the cowboy is down
And the horse rears up on its hind legs
Cowboy gets up; rope is tossed 'round
Horse comes down on his knees and he begs

The cowboy rides off on the horse now with ease
The sweat of his brow has come to an end
As the cowboy is soon gone into the breeze
A smiling face, the horse he was able to bend.

©Copyright 1997 by Jean E, Gorney