Best Roan Poems

...Jack went down in a heap,
the shot biting his thigh.
The rider drew near, gun in hand,
said,”You do not need to die.

“Though you’ll not believe it,
I will still to you explain:
You’re brother was a rapist,
and with young girls he did play.

“And when a daughter of a...

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He trotted up to Hamlin’s Bar,
stopping in for a quick drink.
He sat a tall, blue roan Mustang,
with a hide like darkest ink.

He paced into the noisy saloon,
amidst gamblers, drunks, and whores,
walked up to the simple bar,
and ordered whiskey, nothing more.

The burning shot was warming
after a...

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I was heading to the bunkhouse, after a wild night on the town
dancing & romancing & one too many round
Back in my wild & woolly days, one more rowdy Saturday night
full of cheap beer & whiskey & the necessary fight
I set Ol' Gus on auto...

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It was neither
a good place
nor bad
to end up.
It just was.

The roan lay amongst
glowing pebbles,
the silky water
spreading out its mane.
A grey eye,
just under,
looked up
searching for the blue sky
and the beckoning herd
and valley.


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