Pronghorn Poems - Poems about Pronghorn

...Alone on the prairie, time will gently slip, ‘til minutes and hours start to lose their grip. Can’t measure the day by a clock’s turning hand, but by the sun, the stars, the clouds, and the land. ......

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...I saddle my faithful horse, King, for another day on the trail. My dog, Duke, is anxious to go, I can tell by the wag of his tail! The soothing sound of creaking leather is music to me, As we seek......

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...Bee Pronghorn Ole Herb wasn't feeling nifty, his pronger wasnt lifting, 50 years it worked, but now was nothing left, into overalls he climbed, protected every part in mind, cep his......

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...I'm as free as the wind as I sway in the saddle! I love life! There's no clutter, nothing to addle! I give my faithful horse Wild Lightning free rein, As we meander across God's magnificent terra......

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