15 Flat Cowboy Poetry
Tied to the side of an old horse trailer,
In the rodeo arena's parking lot,
Was a well groomed ladies Barrel horse,
With it's owner deep in thought !
Her mind should be on turning barrels,
Not filled with confusion, and with fright.
She just couldn't stop re-living,
The dreaded time she spent last night.
Her boyfriend had informed her,
It was time to make a choice,
To be with him on Sunday mornings,
Or going to hear her Pastor's voice.
She'd just started going to church,
Not sure if she'd enjoy it,
but since she did, she didn't want,
someone to destroy it.
She loved going to her little church,
but she loved her boyfriend too,
she was searching for an answer,
she just didn't know what to do.
She started warming up her horse,
but her heart just wasn't in it,
getting ready for a barrel run,
they'd call her name in just a minute.
It seemingly didn't matter,
She hadn't won once this whole year,
Something was always going wrong,
She couldn't keep her mind real clear.
And once again as always,
She'd start with no smile upon her face,
A lonely teenage cowgirl,
In a blouse with frilly lace.
© Cowboy Poetry By Ralph Moore
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