Real Cowboys

by silvershoes   Jun 20, 2008


We venture 'yond the badlands
Seeping hooves in somber sands
Rigid backs and dirtied hands
Roping cattle with no brands

Wind howls deep into the night
Critters creep and spiders bite
The moon blinks as fading light
Drifts below our razor sight

Vultures prowl the salted sky
Desert nomads drift by and by
Still as stone--we sleep; we die
Watching always with one eye

With the rising sun we saddle
Donning dusty brims and chattel
Leather whines and spurs brattle
Sitting on our mounts astraddle

A dozen whips crack at once
Hurling rocks and riding stunts
Down into the canyon fronts
Hare runs free and dingo hunts

Bandits, thieves and wicked ploys
Loaded guns when time deploys
Bullets blaze but still we poise
It's another day for real cowboys

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  • 14 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    I can see why this won. Flow and rhyme was great but your words were well used . I was drawn into the poem from the first line and never once felt it slipped or was flawed in anyway

  • 15 years ago

    by ForeverASickKid

    Amazing job! i love this! :)

  • 15 years ago

    by Nicko

    A great write girl and deserving of the win! Far and above any of the other win poems I've read of late, it had me bopping along great rhyme and flow, ha I yelled out "rawhide" at the end

    It must have been an Aussie cowboy though or do you have Dingo's over there as well?

    I hate it when my computer does that^

    Nicko

  • 15 years ago

    by LoreNz0

    Hehe this is a really good poem. an enjoyable read

  • 15 years ago

    by Courtney

    This poem is outstanding. I felt like i was one of those cowboys lol. Amazingly written. well done. keep writing, and believe me, ill keep reading. =]

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