My horse is stumbling in the dark;
that isn't good at all;
while I am clinging to his neck
and trying not to fall.
We must have traveled twenty miles
since they thought I was dead
with bullet holes all through my hat
and one that grazed my head.
I know they're still back there somewhere;
can't let me get away.
If it were known the things they did,
there would be hell to pay.
And now my horse has fallen down;
he's lost a lot of blood
and has no strength to carry on;
he lies here in the mud.
I crouch behind a scrub oak tree,
my pistol in my hand.
When they arrive I'll be right here
to make my final stand.
Wow! Echoes of Cowboy Ron and Louis L'Amour! ! ! ! ! Well be seeing John Wayne striding through here next! May you always evade the outlaws, my delightful friend!
Dear Susan, so good to hear from you! It's so good to have you back among the living again. Thank you so much for the comment!
OK, I plan to give Ron Williams' (Cowboy Ron Williams') poem a look-see aka evaluafion. : ) 'Snowing in Durango'
The poem is so good that I didn't remember if it had rhyming or not. I THOUGHT it had GREAT rhyming till I reviewed it and found none! ! ;)
It was 'nice' knowin' you, Kim. Five stars, IF I could find any. It must be overcast on PH...............AGAIN. No stars are visible. : ( bri
To find a star, you needn't look far. I see a star so much clearer whenever I look in the mirror!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Evading outlaws, evading in-laws, it's all the same - they're all out to get you. Cowboy Ron would have got away.