home at the ranch
Home at the Ranch
Once, I had a big ranch in, Oregon, technically it is still mine
but I have no way to prove it
one day and far from the ranch, inspecting fences, sudden
cold storm hit, to survive, I shot my horse
cut his stomach open, crept inside, and quickly fell asleep
Awoke, when the storm was over, looked for my horse was gone
maybe a wolf pack had taken its carcass
I walked, or trotted, home to the ranch
the ranch hands were glad to see me and gave me a carrot
although I neighed, they put me in the corral
with the other horses, who knew and shunned me
My widow cried as I stood under the window, brought
tears to many eyes, the widow gave me an apple
Now that she was the owner and had much reasonability
she rode me to get around.
with her sitting on my back, I was careful not to show any
unbecoming excitement.
tragedy struck the widow, got a boyfriend,
a man, I had thought of firing
My intense jealousy made me furious
one day when
they were making love under an oak tree by the river
I kicked them both to death and galloped to the far blue
mountain, I know from experience that there is no justice
for wild horses.
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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