Clara
Brisk breezes spin around and around
lifting dust devils high off the ground.
And children wearing happy faces
rush to find their favorite places.
Clara the clown runs out to applause
with dogs pulling kittens in rickshaws.
And as rolling waves of laughs begin
she spots Jim, noting which seat he’s in.
As the crowd cheers the rodeo show
a cowboy works his grip, set to go.
Yet the bull he’s on is too headstrong
and Clara can tell something is wrong.
The bull bucks, and as she runs out there
the cowboy is flung into the air.
And tons of muscle shift in a blur
sparing the young man, death charges her.
She falls down and the bull goes insane
as Jim rushes to her screams of pain.
And lamenting the death of his love
he holds her head cursing God above.
Listing her death as unsavory
she is cited for her bravery.
And filled with grief they supported Jim
for the whole town felt sorry for him.
(Rhyme)
June 5, 2018
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