Best Palomino Poems
Down in Sonoma, down on my luck
Needing a horse, down to my last buck
Man said 'That Pallo he's the devil to ride
You can have him for the shotgun by your side'.
'Throw in the saddle,' I said, 'You got a deal'
I was raised a rebel, I know how he feels
The horse studied me, I understood him,
We knew things could never be the same.
I rode him across the plains, I rode him through snows and rains
I rode him like a bullet train and he never never once complained.
I rode him through rough terrains, I rode him down ragged lanes
White tail, white flowing mane, you will never see his like again.
The years rolled by for Pallo and me
Worked open ranges but loved breaking free
Mount Baker gold rush at the Lone Jack mine
We were cold and hungry and close to dying.
Then among the stones glory to behold
Good God Almighty, I panned me some gold
Sold my stake to some desperate men
Then rode with my money like the wind.
I rode him across the plains, I rode him through snows and rains
I rode him like a bullet train and he never never once complained.
I rode him through rough terrains, I rode him down ragged lanes
White tail white flowing mane, you will never see his like again.
Then came the deathly whistling sound
A sniper's bullets dropped us to the ground
Laid there with his head across my knee
I swear that he was smiling back at me.
All those good times running through his mind
I knew he'd be willing, he knew I'd be kind
Four more bullets and our lives were gone
We rose again under a different sun
I ride him across the plains, I ride him through snows and rains
I ride him like a bullet train and he never never once complains.
I ride him through rough terrains, I ride him down ragged lanes
Grey ghosts on some spectral plane, as I ride my sacred horse again.
SEE/HEAR ME SING THIS ON YOUTUBE. LOUIS SPENCE & GRAHAM BROTTON PALAMINO. Thank you.
on his regal waves
galloped by my gallant knight
marvel to behold
his daintiness is a prize
I wish for a tandem ride
March 8, 2015 7.30 pm
I see in the field,
The beauty of his gallop;
Grazing on the land.
Cowboy rides horse cowboy boots in stirrups
Cowboy hat waving in hand, yeehaw it’s grand,
Cowgirl is on the range! Lasso by corral
Appaloosa horse hurrah! Glad he’s a cowhand.
Dreaming of equipage horse-drawn
Carriage with attendants at wedding,
Hoedown rootin’ good time with
Root beer float, now kiss bride in west heading.
Galloping palomino golden tan coat
Rapid pace fast on each stride,
Cream-colored mane and tail fly high
Fair beautiful daughter sure and firm in abide.
Stagecoach rolls on by, near town Apache Junction
Locomotive sporting cowcatcher grille,
Black Stallion feisty and alive; husband’s
Love abounding in firm steadiness still.
Texas longhorn cattle cowherd on the range
Equestrian horseback riders like cowhide,
Head ’um out, move ’um out, rawhide! Open land wander and graze
Riding habit outfit, western sunset love now wide.
Years and years ago Grandpa gave me a horse,
a beautiful Palomino that I named Patch;
oh, she was so gentle, lovely and smart,
everything was perfect until . . .
The farm was sold and I had to consider,
the best future of my precious pet;
I searched and searched for a place for her,
and found an outside building . . .
It was an open air dwelling on a farm,
for many horses and not too expensive;
my intentions were to find someplace better,
but Patch did go there to stay . . .
At first it was fine but soon I hated it,
I wanted Patch in a nice warm stall;
not in this open air barn of sorts,
each month the need was greater . . .
I remember those days of so long ago,
and it was with love I made a decision;
to find my girl a perfect forever home,
so I sold my beloved pet . . .
A lady bought her for a companion,
and invited me to her farm to visit;
Patch had a warm stall and a new friend,
and I could come to see her . . .
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March 10, 2018
Poetry/Verse/My Palomino
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1002-790-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge
sponsor, Robert Haigh
Ninth Place
Palomino pony was stopped by the storm
he laid down to rest, but did not make it
the fey took pity on him due to his beauty
they fashioned him into a gorgeous tree
he no longer has to scrounge for food
he sits on a hill overlooking other trees
showing his beauty to the world
as his tangerine and gold leaves fall onto snow