When a Young Cowboy's Mother Speaks To Him

When A Young Cowboy's Mother Speaks To Him Son, heed wise words when true words are given Shoe your horse well, ride for a faster fight With your courage firm, stand for true liven THO' EVIL CREEPS TO SLAY IN DEAD OF NIGHT. Son, hold thy tongue as it may wander loose Make thy bed as morn's cold brings long chills Heed western law, as well, the hangman's noose For judges quick-hang those with wanton kills! With these word may thy life reward thy heart More decades before resting in thy grave Thy father's death was sad, this I impart Life would have been best if more love he gave! Now let thy horse fly upon open range Honor thy life, regardless others change Robert J. Lindley, 1-12-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Words: 116 NOTE- A friends fine poem about his mother that he loved so dearly, got me thinking about our mothers and what they say and do for us! Thus I started writing and this came out like a flood... I mean almost non-stop it came! When my Muse rushes me like that, I've learned over these many decades, to not change a thing!