"night Watch Stampede"

I looked out across this vast prairie, an' I saw her as the cattle were bawlin'. Bright an' nimble as a fairy, at twilight as the stars were fallin'. An image forms my sweet Sherry, in knots my gut kept gallin'. I called to her in haste so weary, an' reached as I kept callin'. I fear my search so leery, trapped under a veil of pallin'. Lightin' flashes so bright, so aerie, thunder encourages the wind to yawlin'. With noses raised high they serry, bawl changes to that of squallin'. Startled an' swiftly themselves they carry, Sprung from the cantle where I was lollin'. Vision blurred my sight so bleary, my emotions inside kept brawlin'. Eyes glassy now an' glary, heart beats stutter now an' stallin'. My mind shifts to thoughts so merry, myself I shant keep maulin'. Memories forever will tarry, roweled flanks as I kept haulin'. My pony stumbles it's so scary, dust flies as I am sprawlin'. Us both they'll have to bury, say words that are sad an' drawlin' My life God will review an' query, gathered as a fisherman trawlin'. Assigned to the Heavenly Prairie, I ride drag as the cattle are bawlin'. My Pard is an Angelic Fairy, His name I keep Praisin' an' callin'. For now my Pard is the Son of Mary, to Him I am eternally thrallin'. By Jim "Ish" Fellers Copyright ©: February 05, 2004 ~ Thursday
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September 12, 2009 at 4:50 PM
Ms. Sara, an' Mr. Jim. This is one of my favorite stories. With a Texas accent an' the slow draw of a true Texan, the flow of the story actually flows pretty well. Each time I perform this story from a stage, folks really seem to like it. AND,,,,,,Ms. Sara, Ma'am. I'as sure that the story of you watching from the Rocky Watch Tower was fictional. I'as just puttin' a Cowboy spin on the comment 'bout breakin' the 'ole Loch Ness. It was a great story though, for-sure. Thanks for ya'lls words.
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September 12, 2009 at 4:20 PM
Interesting tale here. Kinda got lost in the dialect thought. Keep writing. Sara My poem about the castle is strictly fantasy combined with the fact that my husband had gone to do a chore while I got ready to go shopping with him. He was the knight that I was looking for not a steed but a tractor.
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September 11, 2009 at 8:38 PM
Mr. Jim Fish; I had to use a dictionary to write the durn thang. Suppose folks 'ill need a dictionary to read it. Sure makes more sense if'n you know what them words mean, all-right. I published it in a newsletter once an' they took it upon themselves to change cantle to candle. It sure didn't make any sense after that. Thanks for readin'. If'n you have stories posted somewhere? Please send your link to me so'as I can read some of yours. [email protected]. Take-Care Pard. JW~TexasCowboyIsh
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June 24, 2009 at 5:08 PM
Mr. Jim; 'Preciate the kind words. Well, you maybe right there, Bud. Fact-is; I know more 'bout the Lady. Spent 27 plus years with her. But, Thanks for readin' my stuff. Keep readin' 'cause I've got some that's not 'bout females. Durn'em. Oh!!! I've not posted'em here yet. I just started this site today. Please stop over by http://poetrypoem.com/TexasCowboyIsh to read some others if'n ya can't wait 'til I get'em over here. Thanks again. Take-Care. We'll visit again soon. JW ~ TexasCowboyIsh
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June 24, 2009 at 3:54 PM
Man, you gotta start writtin' about your pony. Women are kickin' your butt. Great poem though, your rhyming words left me guessing but an over all good poem... ~<><
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