The Empty Saddle

They formed a posse and it was loaded Three experienced at tracking And their guide He was a one-legged kangaroo No one dared to waltz with him Even Matilda kept clear The heat was unbearable Australia And no one liked bank robbers Crossing upstream the three rode through rapids One horse was bitten by a bee It startled him and reared Throwing the third rider into the rapids One scream and carried downstream The other two rode the banks and the rapid And their one legged kangaroo hopped One hop forward but always angles They came to a suddenly quiet pool They saw a hat that was clear The horse whinnied and a single tear The kangaroo was exhausted and thought of a new line of work His master lay face down and floated The three horses gazed at the floater And the two men followed their lead And what about the bank robbers They had a pint A Lil' Bit of Aus... Free Poetry Contest Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver