Ode To the Pony Express

Imagine the joy! A word from the east Delivered by pony express, I ride into town on this nag of a beast Fetching mail for my humble address. Imagine the miles! Stretched far 'cross the plain One rider, horse, saddle and bag, Crouched o'er the withers, nose close to the mane Spurred to relay before they might flag. Imagine the hand! Crossed over the reins As one man pulls back on the bit, Another spurs on, fast and far 'cross the plains Thus defining the truth in true grit. Imagine the thrill! Mail passed hand to hand From rider, to office, to nag, Far west came my missive; a tip of my hat! To the rider, horse, saddle and bag. ~TH~ http://wrongwaywriteway.com