Are Horses As Brave As Cowboys

Their bridled haunt, each day may be their last; yeehaw.* The narrow way, down mountainside, and clop of shoes. The saddlebags dip left and right in gait and gnaw. The spirit wind and pouring rain their hoofs refuse. Begs me to ask, “Are horses as brave as cowboys?” Lights’ heads bowed low to the path of perilous sight. The kick of spurred heel, a “Giddyap,” of steel, “Go boy!” They’re made to trek down mountainsides as stones ignite. What’s turned ‘round the head of Roy, his slack rope in lead? This corral dust, no it is fact, the slip and slide** of horse-hide, ain’t no dignity of his tan breed. No grave for him, his service blow is bonafide. The cowboys “yip” and “holla” spittoon-chew and cussed. Ornery snorts, flyswatter tails replay course sounds. The clinch mountain, after hazardous ride, kicked dust in snout of grieving herd; and buckskins stood their ground. 1/20/2021 Cowboy Poetry Sponsor: Line Gauthier *yeehaw - used to express delight. Here I’ve used sarcasm. **corral dust - lies and tall tales ***clinch mountain - rye whiskey HMS used for 12 syllable count. Site was off on 2 lines.