Gallop son gallop with all your might
Keep on a goin, both day and night
Ride ride ride through the mist and fog
If you need any help just give God a call
Spur on your horse son, don't let em lag
There's danger a lurkin in every crag.
Over the mountains and through the vales
Crossing the country on old injun trails
Easy there son don't stumble and fall
And pay no heed to the injuns call.
Your belly's hungry, your throat is dry
And your back is aching till your fit to cry
But keep on a goin son, steady and fast
till ya get the mail through on the pony express
What did you think
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Ride ride ride through the mist and fog
If you need any help just give God a call
If you need any help you can call on your god. this would keep the rhyme otherwise an enjoyable read
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A very good write. Skillfully crafted rhyming couplet. Good imagery, flow, rhyme and tone. Nice depth of feeling. Vivid descriptives. You capture the old west and the pony express well in this story poem. Well penned and much enjoyed.
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Nice old west.
This is nice and to do a piece on the old west as well as from the POV of the rider. Nice going on this one.
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