"Go home Go home Cowgirl
Go Home where the home wind twirl."
But she would not listen or be listening
For she was a bull riding machine.
She had long black hair
And her heart was fair.
Her skin was the color of the sand
The sand of the bloody western land.
Her jeans where as blue as the sky
Her shirt was as yellow as the sun up high.
She tipped her hat of straw.
She was not listening to them at all.
She rode her bull of Death.
She went right and right and then left.
She broke the record that day.
But it was not worth the price she would pay.
Her spurs twinkling like stars
From heaven to afar.
She fell down like the rain would do shortly after
With a pearl horn in her heart. She smiled and made laughter.
"Go home Go home Cowgirl
Go Home where the heaven wind twirl."
They all cried as the rain fell on her head.
She was dead.
Go home. Cowgirl. Go home.
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It's a very sad write, but well pieced. Thank you for your entry.
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This was really interesting to read. It was done and very good. I enjoyed it. Thanks so much for entering and best of luck to you in the contest.
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I love this poem. The country-song feel, combined with the eerie atmosphere, was beautiful, in that ironic, messed-up way.
This line here stood out:
"The sand of the bloody western land..."
What a gorgeous mental image! Great job, and write on!
Laura
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