Robert Lindley Poet Rhyme

Wild Horses

Wild Horses

I want wild horses and my funeral bright
prancing in hooves shod in solid gold
Even wilder horses at my grave site
I beg this end when I get too damn old!

I want six-shooters there loud blasting
and cowboys wearing sharp toe boots
I never planned on this trip long lasting
always, great pride in my Southern roots!

There was a pretty senorita a'dancing
O' once she meant the world to me
I want to remember our deep romancing
like smooth waves on a shining sea!

Nights I spent drinking and fighting
STILL BRING A BIG SMILE TO ME 
I SEE HER AGAIN, MOON JUST A'LIGHTING
that jet-black hair flowing so free!

Time has way of hurting and a'eroding
sending long cold shivers a'shaking
Pray I see her again just a'holding
apple pie for me she was a'baking!

I want wild horses and my funeral bright
prancing in hooves shod in solid gold
Even wilder horses at my grave site
I beg this end when I get too damn old!

R. J. Lindley
Date -ancient, maybe 69 or 70..

Note- OK, I made it(too damn old).. Now I want those horses a few more decades later- for life has given me both hope and love.
My death, A'waitin' on me, instead of me A'waitin' on it..

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Marilyn Williams January 19, 2017 at 2:09 PM Brilliantly said. Thanks for being one of my followers.

Chris Green January 11, 2017 at 7:16 AM Sounds like a wonderful list of poetic requests. What a way to go out, still hoping you stick around a bunch more.

Tony Devers January 11, 2017 at 4:35 AM A colourful, lively poem, a true celebration of life's rich tapestry, and it's inevitable end. Do not go gentle into that goodnight, cowboy.

Wilfred Aniagyei January 11, 2017 at 3:23 AM time does have a way of hurting

White Wolf January 10, 2017 at 10:07 PM You are Bidziil: Navajo for "he is strong" I don't know the word for poetry but you are strong in poetry. I love this, Robert. /|\ White Wolf January 10, 2017 at 10:09 PM But Tasunke is Dakota for Horse /|\