Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

I Was a Mad Old Racing Cougar In Fullest Flight

I Was A Mad Old Racing Cougar In Fullest Flight

When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.

I ran across the land, raced toward the moon
Into the arms of Indian maiden as she swoon
Bright night it was with a jubilant golden moon
Her radio playing all my favorite tunes.

When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.

I left her village running into the big ole city
A very sad old fool chasing gold, what a sad pity
True, I was a rough hombre and even a bit gritty
A friend I was of Mickey Mantle and Walter Mitty.

When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.

Robert J. Lindley, Nov. 11th 1974
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Paul Callus June 27, 2023 at 12:39 PM Ah! I see that even in your younger days your writing talents were already flourishing, Robert! That "Mad Old Racing Cougar" has come a long way since then; we do tend to become wiser the older we become, my friend! ~ Regards // paul Robert Lindley June 27, 2023 at 3:49 PM yes, in my younger years I wrote hundreds of poems. Thanks for commenting my friend.

Anne-Lise Andresen June 27, 2023 at 9:05 AM - A jubilant golden moon ... is perfect for a little romance, Robert - Lovely rhyming poem :) - hugs Robert Lindley June 27, 2023 at 9:18 AM Thank you, my friend. I composed this old poem back in 1974, I was just 20 years old then. God bless.