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!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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