paper moon courtesy of aeillill at flickr
Oh when we swing on the moon
I will sing out a tune
Come ride with me
And we can look at the sky
see the comets fly by
Come ride with me
Oh we can bed on the plains
where yer cares won't trouble
Lay yer weary bones down
cause my sac sleeps double
Love you on my blanket
or up in my saddle
Come ride with me
Oh when the moon's shinin' high
you can take cover, fly
Come ride with me
Whether it's full or it's slim
we can spoon, we can spin
Come ride with me
Oh we can cook on the fire
got an old Dutch oven
Hear the cattle lowin'
cuddle up, sweet lovin'
underneath the Milky Way
we're turtle dovin'
Come ride with me
Now when that coyote howls
and prairie chickens call
Come ride with me
They're sayin' wild is the way
grab yer painted pony
Come ride with me
Cause when your Kai-yoopin's done
and you look back fondly
Yer cowboy is the one
you will remember only
swoonin' for the days
that you were never lonely
Come ride with me
A contest entry
- Cowboy's In 1880 by ennovy.
700 points, ended February 23, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Surely you love the old west just as I, and I also enjoyed reading this beautifully penned poem........thank you for entering...novy
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Out under the moon and the stars every night. I could use a holiday like that, maybe in the summer.
Nice write.
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Those are the harriest pants I've ever seen! He's practically a Satyr! Strange pose for a cowboy too, sitting in the shadow, cradled by the sliver of the moon. The poem made me think also of that children's ryhme - Hey, Diddle Diddle...
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Wow!
As you know cowboyin's right up my alley. You take the reader for quite a ride here yippy-ky-yay. So much fun to read! And wild is the way. -c
Oh, come ride with me!
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