They Ride

8 comments
country life, For Fun, Photo Story, Poetry

They ride

ink 

across

lonesome

diggety-dog

dirty

prairies

of their

cowboy

minds.

.

Yawh! Yawh!

.

Sons and daughters 

spur

words,

squeeze

blank pages

as if flanks

muddy, heaving

with stories untold.

 

.

.

.

Inspired by last weekend – when we helped a rancher friend.

The mud was an awesome mess.

.

.

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8 thoughts on “They Ride”

    • Miss Carmen,
      Those kiddos worked so hard and never once complained, despite bruises, black eyes, and sore bodies. The least I could do was give ’em a little ditty!

      As always, thanks for stopping by.

    • I’m usually quite a talker so posting shorter pieces has been daunting, but a fun challenge.

      Thank ye kindly for reading.

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