Past Her Prime Poem by Kim Barney
Past Her Prime
We had an old nag
when I was a kid.
Her belly would sag
and her hooves would skid.
We seldom fell off,
but sometimes we did.
We'd round up the cows
to drive to the field,
then we'd play as knights,
our lances to wield.
The winner would strut;
the loser just kneeled.
When milking time came
we'd drive the cows back,
no more time to play,
no more time to slack.
If we're late, our dad
will give us a whack.
That old nag was clumsy;
the old nag was slow.
Just two miles per hour
was fast as she'd go,
and she wasn't pretty,
but I loved her so!
Every single time I read your poetry, I smile. Even when I'm sad. And Kim, that's worth more than a million stars! ! !
Cowboy Ron, Roy, Duke and so many others, myself included, are thankful that you are filling the void! Wonderful poem. Love it, and the beautiful picture.
Wonderful cowboy poem, Kim. Your great poems never fail to entertain! ! ! Well crafted with beautiful images and rhyme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I ain't absent no more, Partner. You have done a great job with this cowboy poem. Better than I could have done. Thanks for sharing. Five stars!