Second On His List
Got the time to take a three-week break
Before the next 'hoorah'.
Spent most of his time on the ego line
With the girl behind the bar.
Mixed twenty years of her closet life, with the highlight now in town,
She left with him on a prayer and a whim, and a promise not yet found,
With rodeos and travelling shows
Through a hundred country towns,
The smell of fear and the taste of dust
Will never slow him down,
She tagged along 'cause her love was strong
And her dreams they still persist,
Now she knows those rodeos
Put her second on his list.
Every horse that came, looked the same,
Every cowboy’s just as mad,
And every time he took his second ride
He was travelling just as bad,
The money got scarce, so he gambled hard, and then he left her on her own,
She turned her back to the rodeo crowd, with her thoughts heading home.
She can't stand another caravan
For the walls close in on her,
Many lonely nights, alone she cries,
Rues the halter and the spur,
She tried to tear his heart away from the blood that bore his roots,
But the fire in her eyes could never match those there in the chutes.
With rodeos and travelling shows
Through a hundred country towns,
The smell of fear and the taste of dust
Will never slow him down,
She tagged along 'cause her love was strong
And her dreams they still persist,
Now she knows those rodeos
Put her second on his list.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
