Cowboy Rides A Stallion Poem by Dave Tanwar

In the Desert, a Cowboy rides a stallion,
An Outlaw, a Hero, his name is Mr. McCallion
He says Rules are for the fools
Morals good for the moron
With his shining Spurs, he drives his stallion
Here with the winds now you see comes Mr. McCallion

In the mid of the day, When the group of bandit rob the bank
Like the hero, he appear, from the bullets he save Sheriff Frank
People comes to offer him thank
But he remains calm and dank
Sets his Hat and he moves on
Salute the Mayor and say Good Bye John

His horse in thirst and his boots in mud
From his jacket he wash dirty blood
He enters the saloon, full of womanhood girls
They come and wink and kiss and swirl
Finish his drink, and walks to his stallion
Girls shout, come again Mr. McCallion

It is night and with some Apache, he sleeps in the camp
Full moon above, and twinkling stars work as a lamp
He sleeps to wake up again for new Dawn
With the rays of sun, stretch his arms and yawn
Drink some whiskey
And he is fine, but Frisky

Wears his shining spurs, hat, boot and sit on his steed
Steed is none other but finest mustang breed
He starts again to ride
With no destination and crave no more for bride
In the Desert, a cowboy rides a stallion
An Outlaw, a Hero, his name is Mr. McCallion