' the Cowboy and the Rainbow ... ' (Cowboy Poem # 3)

A Cowboy, Neath A Rainbow Rode The Range, Far and Free Holding Lightning Reins, and A Lasso Strung Around His Untamed Dreams Riding On His Horse, named Bullseye-Shoot A Big, Bay Thoroughbred Galloped Long, Nudged by The Cowboy’s Boots To Race, As Dark Clouds Fled … … Away, As Each Hoof Struck The Ground Sounding, Just Like Thunder ! The Cowboy and Horse, Were Rainbow-Bound Both, A Romantic, Climatic-Color Wonder ! Flashing Across The Range On A Silver Saddle and Same Kind of Spurs The Cowboy’s Hat and Horse’s Tail and Mane And Sunset … All Became A Rainbow-Blur … As The Cowboy, Lassoed The Wind So Fast, They Did Go ! So Fast, His Lariat Did Spin … I Think He Caught His Rainbow… … A Cowboy Neath A Rainbow Rode The Range, Far and Free Holding Lightning Reins and A Lasso Strung Around His Untamed Dreams … For: John Moses Freeman, You Are Of The Gallant, Galloping Breed From: Country-Gal, Poet-Pal MoonBee