Born a hundred years too late
want to ride shoot with a bandanna cross my face
Ride with old Jesse and Frank
Hold me up some trains and Banks
Race my long legged horse from Tennessee
legends would include Belle Starr and me.
Hold my long bow bring down a buffalo
make my fire long side my great grandmother
before she became a white man's bride
skin a rabbit skewer on a stick
make my bread from corn and wheat
sing my songs with the birds
learn to be quiet as the dead
move from one point to the other
with out ground or cover.
shout out my nature cry
as my horse, dog wolf and I fly
Free is only a word unless you
really learn and do the things
you want to do...
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A veery good write about past dreams of living a cowgirl life..I've had those same dreams for life then was much simpler..Id like to live another dream too of fantasy and knights. dragons and damsels... As for my comboy dream, I am not a real cowboy but love to wear westetrn boots and shirts but have no horse.My horse is my 1993 Dodge truck!
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I love Dodge Rams you are talking trucks! Twin door cab here I love my truck! I have had many farm trucks show trucks for pulling my horse trailers. Oh nothing beats a Dodge Ram except maybe a ford 250 dulley mines a 250 going from gas staion to gas station right now I need to get something else to drive too.
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Tis True ~ i guess ` I'm not sure if your thinking of the romancism ~ movies place in our eyes ~ Jesse James wasn't the nicest person in the west ` ~~ I think it's a out of the box ~ interesting question who would you want to go back in time to meet ~ if you could ~ You're poem rolls ~ quickly ~ you did a great job ~ overall
thanks so much for entering the "Set the bar" contest ~ I wish you the best of luck ~ I do appreciate you sharing your work with me ~
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Fly Free
Like the wind of 100 years ago. It is still possible even today.
i had a horse break free and visit me while i had no windows.
From backside with hammer in my hand he stuck his nose in and jumped me. Romeo was his name. Now we walk magic mountains free. i've known 4 I've never rode but were friends. Gingersnap, Romeo, and two Mules Della and Ned.
Ned I was nicknamed after.
Great penning my new poetic reading and writing friend.
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Insirational... thanks for the entry!
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truth and realization,,your words spoke of your dreams and desires along with a wonderful ending so adventurous and endearing your flowing piece gives to the reader thank you for sharing and good luck hon,,,blessings of love,light,laughterand lif...Fire storm
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I LOVE this poem that you have written here. what great imagery you use. the thoughts that went through my mind as I read this were amazing. I love the first stanza, it says a lot. its great.
good luck in the contest.
kat
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I really enjoyed reading this. The imagery is so wonderful. Your words brought the old west back to life.
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Oh, the images that are here! Somehow you must realize there are others that dream of those days; glory at the thought of their last breath being taken on a mountain top at sunset.
A beautiful read.
Jim -
Really great read!
All the imagery and creativity brought me back to the
'good ol days'.
I love the message at the end...
Free is only a word unless you
really learn and do the things
you want to do...
Bravo Poet!
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