The Badlands Cowboy
The wild stallion's whinny echos across the harsh, dry canyons,
The sun dries the lands, leaving only cacti,
But the cowboy, strong and proud sits on his mighty stallion,
The king of the Badlands,
The coyote whimper as he passes,
The snakes slither away at his step,
All bow to him,
King of the Badlands.
Copyright © Heidi Bosh | Year Posted 2014
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