Lightening Stallion
Johnney Ringo a hard man a cowboy a clute
Leads Stallion and mares to the valley and bute
This white rearing beauty looms large on two legs
Call on a price who sells or who begs
Sweep down to the range between those two hills
The sage and scallion the lead horses fills
With dust cloud a trailing my eyes will blot out
The Stallion leads them a neigh and a shout
Circling round and a stamping of mare
The frenzied alure and the cowboys a scare
Calmness descends and the bust bowl is clean
The night air a twitching the crickets are mean
Saddle on ear and a belly of beans
pork from a can and the coffees a dream
Star light and shooting away to the east
a coyote calling for famine or feast.
A sleep by the night not a groan to be heard
A crack of the light from that thunderous bird
The horses stampede over dinner and plate
Grab all your stuff and run down to the gate
The cowboy a chase to corral once again
The blunder the bus and the saddle a bend
It's hard and its tough a work load to bare
He'd rather write this and just sit in my chair.
Copyright © Ian Foley | Year Posted 2011
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