Wishing
Back when I was just a little boy
I was wishing to be cowboy Jack
Riding fast on the dusty trail
And then, well, I guess riding back!
Of course I'd want to be a good guy
With boots, and a white hat I'd dress
Riding a cow or roping a horse
Wishing to help a filly in distress!
I'd sit around the old campfire
Telling tales and eating beans
Smelling the wafting aroma
Wishing I knew what wafting means
Then I guess I'd write a poem
Sitting underneath the stars
Wishing I had a flashlight
Glad that I'm not behind bars
At night I'd lay my head on a rock
I'd dream of being a city slicker
Cold, I'd wake, with a crick in my neck
Wishing I could get dressed quicker!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
