Everybody tries to break me,
wants to ride me right away.
They don't really care about me,
just an easy getaway.
No one's hand is sure and gentle,
most are heavy on my back.
Yankin' on me, bit and bridle,
feel like jibin' when I tack.
I was born to run a loner,
never broke to pull in trace.
Get me riled, I'll buck and rumble,
do my best to wreck the place.
Ain't your little pinto pony,
tell you somethin' fair and true.
Go take off them spurs you're wearin',
I don't want to stomp on you.
I don't need no fancy stable,
all I want is oats and hay.
Maybe someone I can run with,
just to while the time away.
Ridin' out beyond the sunset,
heaven ain't so far away.
Just a mustang, old 'n greyin',
out to pasture, free to play.
Just want someone I can run with,
just to while the time away...
A contest entry
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400 points, ended October 31, 5 entries
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a wonderfully wrought piece of cowboy poetry; enjoyed. Giddyup!
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Utterly love the final two lines. I empathise my dear. Lovely. XX D
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bravo!
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... a beautiful metaphor here, but I think of another poet's horse called Raven's Girl, adored, cared for, and full of spirit. The sense of contentment and freedom to breathe easy calls. I'm taken with the equestrian savvy here, too, something I do not have. I've looked at those beautiful and royal animals with admiration all my life, but have never been near one.
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I wouldn't say a sonnet at all. I do say a damned good read. More like a ballad with a coda.
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Well, Podnah,
This is reminiscent of Wandika, the rancher. As to subject if I weren't old, fat and too honery I'd take you on, my husband just said MARRIED... you did have me in a state of empathy... dear friend, a true evoking of emotions and forgetfulness.
As to style, almost a sonnet. A cowboy form.
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